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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 whish 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.
ou whereon she stands.
ou whereon she stands.
ou whereon she stands.
ou whereon she stands.
ou whereon she stands.
I go to the Clyde and mourn and deep
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 the ground whereon she stands.
I love the ground whereon she stands.
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 whish 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.
ou whereon she stands.
ou whereon she stands.
ou whereon she stands.
ou whereon she stands.
ou whereon she stands.
I go to the Clyde and mourn and deep
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 the ground whereon she stands.
I love the ground whereon she stands.
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[ti:Black Is The Colour] [ar:Cara Dillon] [al:Cara Dillon] [offset:0000] [00:27.74]Black is the colour of my true love’s hair. [00:34.23]Her lips are like a rose so fair. [00:40.81]She’s got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands. [00:47.70]I love the ground whereon she stands. [00:55.38]I love my love and well she knows. [01:02.06]I love the ground whereon she goes. [01:09.05]And how I whish the day would come [01:16.03]when she and I can be as one. [01:23.31]Black is the colour of my true love’s hair. [01:29.79]Her lips are like a rose so fair. [01:36.50]She’s got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands. [01:43.97]I love the ground whereon she stands. [01:52.36]ou whereon she stands. [01:58.94]ou whereon she stands. [02:06.02]ou whereon she stands. [02:12.99]ou whereon she stands. [02:19.79]ou whereon she stands. [02:29.17]I go to the Clyde and mourn and deep [02:36.16]satisfied I never will sleep. [02:42.93]I’ll write her a letter, just a few short lines [02:49.82]And suffer death ten thousand times. [02:57.19]Black is the colour of my true love’s hair. [03:03.79]Her lips are like a rose so fair. [03:10.37]She’s got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands. [03:17.55]I love the ground whereon she stands. [03:24.54]I love the ground whereon she stands. [03:31.82]I love the ground whereon she stands.
