Black Is The Colour
Demo pw (opname 11/2012) : Klik hier
Am F G Am Black is the colour of my true loves hair F C E7 Her lips are like some roses fair F C E7 She had the sweetest smile and the gentelest hands F G Am And I love the ground whereon she stands
Am F G Am I love my love and well she knows F C E7 I love the ground whereon she goes F C E7 I wish the day it soon would come F G Am When she and I would be as one
Am F G Am I go to the clyde and I mourn and weep F C E7 For satisfied I ne 'er can be F C E7 I wrote her a letter just a few short lines F G Am And suffer death a thousand times
