Gaelic Storm - Black is the Colour
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Tabbed by Owen Tosh
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Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
The sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands
I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes
I hope the day will one day come
When she and I will be as one
I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep
For satisfied I never can be
I write her letters, just a few short lines
And suffer death a thousand times
I prefer to play this song in Am - here's the transposition:
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