Idioma Origen:
Sweep up, little sweeper boy
It's you who's got the wig on here
Sweep up, little sweeper boy, sweep up
Yellow is the color of my true love's crossbow
Yellow is the color of the sun
And black is the color of
A strangled rainbow
That's the color of my loss
Black is the color of my true love's arrow
That's the color of human blood
You got a shot of shampoo
Though it was made thirty years ago
You got a shot of shampoo
Though you were made twenty years ago
Speak up, little sweeper boy
They are hard of hearing
Anything that anyone has to say
O they say
Yellow is the color of my true love's crossbow
Yellow is the color of the sun
Black is the color of
A strangled rainbow
The color of my loss
And black is the color of my true love's arrow
That's the color of my blood
Idioma Destino:
Sweep up, little sweeper boy
It's you who's got the wig on here
Sweep up, little sweeper boy, sweep up
Yellow is the color of my true love's crossbow
Yellow is the color of the sun
And black is the color of
A strangled rainbow
That's the color of my loss
Black is the color of my true love's arrow
That's the color of human blood
You got a shot of shampoo
Though it was made thirty years ago
You got a shot of shampoo
Though you were made twenty years ago
Speak up, little sweeper boy
They are hard of hearing
Anything that anyone has to say
O they say
Yellow is the color of my true love's crossbow
Yellow is the color of the sun
Black is the color of
A strangled rainbow
The color of my loss
And black is the color of my true love's arrow
That's the color of my blood