Christy Moore

Christy Moore - Black Is The Colour Ver 2 songtekst

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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
With 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 her and I
Can be as one

Chorus

I go to the clay
To mourn and weep
For satisfied
In an endless sleep
I read her letter
But a few short lines
And suffered death
Ten thousand times

Chorus X2
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