Strayed - Black is the Colour | Текст песни

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Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like the rose so fair
She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands

I go to the Clyde to mourn and weep
Satisfied I ne'er can 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 the rose so fair
She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands

Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like the rose so fair
She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands

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