Cara Dillon

Cara Dillon - Black Is The Colour lyrics

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Black is the colour 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 where on she stands

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

Black is the colour 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 where on she stands

Ooh, where on she stands...

I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep
For satisfied I never will 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 a rose so fair
She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands
I love the ground where on she stands
I love the ground where on she stands
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Author: Traditional - Cara Dillon, Sam Lakeman

Composer: Traditional - Cara Dillon, Sam Lakeman

Publisher: Proper Films

Details:

Released in: 2001

Language: English

Appearing on: Cara Dillon (2001) , Live at Cooper Hall (2020)

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Black Is The Colour is een traditionele song, hoogst waarschijnlijk uit Schotland. Dat valt op te maken uit het 4de couplet. Cara zingt daar "I go to the Clyde". De Clyde is een belangrijke rivier in Schotland.