Black Is The Colour
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Lyrics
Black is the colour of my true love's hair His lips are like some roses fair He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands I love the ground whereon he stands I love my love and oh well he knows I love the ground whereon he goes My only wish that the day would come When he and I would be as one I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep For satisfied I ne'er will be So I write him a letter, just a few short lines And suffer death ten thousand times Black is the colour of my true love's hair His lips are like some roses fair He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands I love the ground whereon he stands Whereon he stands
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 03:25
- Key
- 4
- Tempo
- 115 BPM