paul weller - black is the colour

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BLACK IS THE COLOUR

Black is the color of my true love's hairHer lips are like some roses fairShe has the sweetest smile and the gentlest handsAnd I love the ground whereon she stands

I love my love and well she knowsI love the ground whereon she goesI wish the day it soon would comeWhen she and I could be as one

I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weepFor satisfied I never can beI'll write her a letter just a few short linesAnd I owe death a thousand times

Black is the color of my true love's hairHer lips are like red roses fairShe has the sweetest smile and the gentlest handsAnd I love the ground whereon she stands