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Black is the Color Lyrics
Black is the color of my true love's hair
His face is like some wondrous fair
With the prettiest face and the neatest hands
I love the ground whereon he stands
I love my love
And well he knows
I love the ground whereon he goes
If you know (?) on earth I see
I've counselled you, as you have me
I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep
But satisfied I never can sleep
I'll write him a letter, just a few short lines
I'll suffer death one thousand times
Black is the color of my true love's hair
His face is like some wondrous fair
With the prettiest face and the neatest hands
I love the ground whereon he stands
His face is like some wondrous fair
With the prettiest face and the neatest hands
I love the ground whereon he stands
And well he knows
I love the ground whereon he goes
If you know (?) on earth I see
I've counselled you, as you have me
But satisfied I never can sleep
I'll write him a letter, just a few short lines
I'll suffer death one thousand times
His face is like some wondrous fair
With the prettiest face and the neatest hands
I love the ground whereon he stands
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