Paul Weller

Paul Weller - Black is the colour lyrics

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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.
And I love the ground whereon she stands.

I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes.
I whish the day it soon would come
When she and I could be as one

I go to the Clyde 
and I mourn and weep
For satisfied I never can be
I'll write her a letter, 
just a few short lines
And I owe death a thousand times

Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like red roses fair
She has the sweetestsmile 
and the gentlest hands.
And I love the ground whereon she stands.
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Author: traditional

Composer: ?

Publisher: Solid Bond Productions Ltd.

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Released in: 2004

Language: English

Appearing on: Studio 150 (2004)

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