Black is the Colour ( A beautiful song ) enjoy Black is the colour of my true loves hair, Her lips are like some roses fair, Shes the sweetest smile, 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, I wish the day, it soon would come, When she & I could be as one. Black is the colour of my true loves hair, Her lips are like some roses fair, Shes the sweetest smile, And the gentlest hands, I love the ground, Whereon she stands. I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep, And satisfied, I never can be, And the I write her a letter, just a few short lines, And suffer death, a thousand times. (Guitar) Black is the colour of my true loves hair, Her lips are like some roses fair, Shes the sweetest smile, And the gentlest hands, I love the ground, Whereon she stands .youtu.be/W5fBppsntAE
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