Elane - Black is The Colour | Текст песни

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• Elane
• Black is The Colour

I

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

II

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 and I could be as one.

III

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.

(traditional)

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