Em [Verse]C D Em Black is the colour of my true love's hairC D Em Her lips are like some roses fairC D Em The sweetest smile and the gentlest handsC D Em I love the ground whereon she stands[Verse]C D Em I love my love and well she knowsC D Em I love the ground whereon she goesC D Em I hope the day will one day comeC D Em When she and I will be as one [Verse]C D Em I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weepC D Em For satisfied I never can beC D Em I write her letters, just a few short linesC D Em And suffer death a thousand times
Black Is The Colour
Méav Ní Mhaolchatha
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