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Ein wunderschöner traditioneller Lovesong aus Irland(ca.17Jh)nach Marijan`s Art arrangiert.
Vielen Dank an Jenny fuer ihren schönen Gesang und iLLe fuer seine Livedrums,E-guitar
und Bass.
Vielen Dank an Jenny fuer ihren schönen Gesang und iLLe fuer seine Livedrums,E-guitar
und Bass.
Black Is The Colour
©2004 by Marijan
Words& Music traditional(Irland)
I
Black is the colour of my true love's hair.
His lips are like some roses fair.
he has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands,
I love the ground whereon she(he) stands.
II
I love my love and well she knows.
I love the ground whereon he goes.
I wish the day it soon would come,
When she and I could be as one.
III
I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep.
For satisfied I never can be.
I write him a letter, just a few short lines,
And suffer death a thousand times.
IV
Black is the colour of my true love's hair.
His(her) lips are like some roses fair.
he(she) has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands,
I love the ground whereon she(he) stands.
I love the ground whereon she(he) stands.
©2004 by Marijan
Words& Music traditional(Irland)
I
Black is the colour of my true love's hair.
His lips are like some roses fair.
he has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands,
I love the ground whereon she(he) stands.
II
I love my love and well she knows.
I love the ground whereon he goes.
I wish the day it soon would come,
When she and I could be as one.
III
I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep.
For satisfied I never can be.
I write him a letter, just a few short lines,
And suffer death a thousand times.
IV
Black is the colour of my true love's hair.
His(her) lips are like some roses fair.
he(she) has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands,
I love the ground whereon she(he) stands.
I love the ground whereon she(he) stands.
