[ti:Black Is The Colour]
[ar:Cara Dillon]
[al:Cara Dillon]
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[00:27.74]Black is the colour of my true love’s hair.
[00:34.23]Her lips are like a rose so fair.
[00:40.81]She’s got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.
[00:47.70]I love the ground whereon she stands.
[00:55.38]I love my love and well she knows.
[01:02.06]I love the ground whereon she goes.
[01:09.05]And how I whish the day would come
[01:16.03]when she and I can be as one.
[01:23.31]Black is the colour of my true love’s hair.
[01:29.79]Her lips are like a rose so fair.
[01:36.50]She’s got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.
[01:43.97]I love the ground whereon she stands.
[01:52.36]ou whereon she stands.
[01:58.94]ou whereon she stands.
[02:06.02]ou whereon she stands.
[02:12.99]ou whereon she stands.
[02:19.79]ou whereon she stands.
[02:29.17]I go to the Clyde and mourn and deep
[02:36.16]satisfied I never will sleep.
[02:42.93]I’ll write her a letter, just a few short lines
[02:49.82]And suffer death ten thousand times.
[02:57.19]Black is the colour of my true love’s hair.
[03:03.79]Her lips are like a rose so fair.
[03:10.37]She’s got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.
[03:17.55]I love the ground whereon she stands.
[03:24.54]I love the ground whereon she stands.
[03:31.82]I love the ground whereon she stands.
