Letra da Música Black Is The Colour de Gaelic Storm

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Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
The sweetest smile 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
I wish the day soon will come
When she and I will be as one

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I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep
For satisfied I never can be
I write her letters, just a few short lines
and suffer death a thousand times

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I love the ground where on she stands