paroles de chanson Black is the Colour - Cara Dillon
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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