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Celtic Fire
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Black Is The Colour
Black is the colour of my true love's hair His lips are like a rose so fair He's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands I love the ground whereon he stands whereon he stands I love my love and well he knows I love the ground whereon he goes And I wish the day, the day would come When he and I will be as one will be as one
I walk to the Clyde to mourn and weep Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com For satisfied I ne'er will sleep I'll write him a letter, a few short lines And suffer death ten thousand times
Black is the colour of my true loves hair His lips are like a rose so fair He's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands I love the ground whereon he stands I love the ground whereon he stands
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