Paroles de Black is the colour

Christy Moore

pochette album Black is the colour
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Date de parution : 19/09/1994

Durée : 0:02:41

Style : Pop



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Black is the colour of my true love's hair,
Her lips are like some roses fair,
She's 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 love's hair,
Her lips are like some roses fair,
She's the sweetest smile, and the gentlest hands,
I love the ground, whereon she stands.
I go to the clyde and i mourn and weep,
For satisfied, i ne'er can be,
I write her a letter, just a few short lines,
And suffer death, a thousand times.

Black is the colour of my true love's hair,
Her lips are like some roses fair,
She's the sweetest smile, and the gentlest hands,
I love the ground, whereon she stands.

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