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Artist/Band:
Burl Ives
Lyrics for Song: Black is the colour
Lyrics for Album: Poor Wayfaring Stranger [1996]
Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She's the sweetest face and the gentlest hands
I love the ground wheron she stands
I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes
But some times I whish the day will come
That she and I will be as one
Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She's the sweetest face and the gentlest hands
I love the ground wheron she stands
I walk to the Clyde for to mourn and weep
But satisfied I never can sleep
I'll write her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death ten thousand times
Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She's the sweetest face and the gentlest hands
I love the ground wheron she stands
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| Album Lyrics: Poor Wayfaring Stranger [1996] |
Burl Ives
"Poor Wayfaring Stranger [1996]"
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