Black is the Colour [live]
Black is the colour of my true love's hair.
Her lips are like a rose so fair.
She's got the sweetest face 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.
And how I wish the day would come
when she and I can be as one.
Black is the colour of my true love's hair.
Her lips are like a rose so fair.
She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.
I love the ground whereon she stands.
Oh...whereon she stands... .
Oh...whereon she stands... .
Oh...whereon she stands... .
Oh...whereon she stands... .
Oh...whereon she stands... .
Oh...whereon she stands... .
Oh...whereon she stands... .
I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep
For satisfied I never will 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 a rose so fair.
She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.
I love the ground whereon she stands.
I love the ground whereon she stands.
I love the ground whereon she stands.
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Black is the Colour [live]LRC歌词
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[00:37.75]Black is the colour of my true love's hair.
[00:44.43]Her lips are like a rose so fair.
[00:51.93]She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.
[00:59.75]I love the ground whereon she stands.
[01:07.44]I love my love and well she knows.
[01:14.95]I love the ground whereon she goes.
[01:22.51]And how I wish the day would come
[01:30.23]when she and I can be as one.
[01:38.14]Black is the colour of my true love's hair.
[01:44.91]Her lips are like a rose so fair.
[01:52.19]She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.
[02:00.01]I love the ground whereon she stands.
[02:08.66]Oh...whereon she stands... .
[02:16.04]Oh...whereon she stands... .
[02:23.38]Oh...whereon she stands... .
[02:30.83]Oh...whereon she stands... .
[02:38.04]Oh...whereon she stands... .
[02:45.16]Oh...whereon she stands... .
[02:51.56]Oh...whereon she stands... .
[02:55.70]I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep
[03:03.23]For satisfied I never will sleep.
[03:10.59]I 'll write her a letter,
[03:13.59]just a few short lines
[03:17.69]And suffer death ten thousand times.
[03:25.73]Black is the colour of my true love's hair.
[03:32.82]Her lips are like a rose so fair.
[03:40.26]She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.
[03:47.92]I love the ground whereon she stands.
[03:55.16]I love the ground whereon she stands.
[04:02.51]I love the ground whereon she stands.
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