Track details
Gereleased in: 2007
Album: Black Is The Colour [ANJ-073]
Lyrics
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
(be as one [??x])
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
(Oooh 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
(Oooh whereon she stands) [6x]
Ooh [??x]
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