Black Is The Colour Lyrics - Studio 150 - Paul Weller

Black is the color 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 where on 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 

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Black is the color of my true love's hair 

Her lips are like red roses fair 

She has the sweetest smile 

And the gentlest hands. 

And I love the ground where on she stands 

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