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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 where on she stands
I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground where on 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 where on she stands
Oh where on she stands
Oh where on she stands
Oh where on she stands
Oh where on she stands
Oh where on she stands
Oh where on 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 where on she stands
I love the ground where on she stands
I love the ground oh
I love oh
Oh
Oh where on she stands