Niamh Parsons - Black Is the Colour | Текст песни

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(Trad. Arr. N. Parsons/G. Dunne)
Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She's got the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands

I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground where on she goes
And I wish the day it soon might come
When she and I can be as one

I'll go to the Clyde and I'll mourn and weep
Where satisfied I ne'er shall be
I write her a letter just a few short lines
Then suffer death a thousand times

Chorus: Black is the colour……….

Then I sat down and I wrote this song
I wrote it neat and I wrote it long
And with every line I shed a tear
And at last I said Farewell my dear

So fare thee well my own true love
I love you like the stars above
And if heaven or earth, or more I see
I'll ne'er treat you like you treated me

Chorus: Black is the colour ………….

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