All Angels Gone - Black is the colour | Текст песни

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• All Angels Gone
• Black is the colour

Black is the color 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

I'll go to the Clyde and mourn and weep
Satisfied I never sleep
I'll write her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death ten thousand times