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Black Is the Colour Songtext
von Cara Dillon

Black Is the Colour Songtext

Black is the colour of my true love′s hair
Her lips are like a rose so fair
She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands

I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes
And how I wish the day would come
When she and I can be as one

Black is the colour of my true love′s hair
Her lips are like a rose so fair
She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands


Oh, whereon she stands
Oh, whereon she stands
Oh, whereon she stands
Oh, whereon she stands
Oh, whereon she stands

I go to the clyde and mourn and weep
Satisfied I never will sleep
I'll write her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death ten thousand times

Black is the colour of my true love′s hair
Her lips are like a rose so fair
She′s got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands
I love ground whereon she stands
Love the ground

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