His face so soft and wondrous fair
The purest eyes
And the strongest hands
I love the ground on where he stands
I love the ground on where he stands
Black is the color of my true love's hair
Of my true love's hair
Of my true love's hair
Oh i love my lover
And well he knows
Yes, i love the ground on where he goes
And still i hope
That the time will come
When he and i will be as one
When he and i will be as one
So black is the color of my true love's hair
Black is the color of my true love's hair
Black is the color of my true love's hair
Ótimo domingo ensolarado da Consciência Negra para vocês.
Até,
Fred.
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