Black Is The Color Lyrics - The Corrs

Black is the colour of my true loves hair 

His lips are like some roses fair 

He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands 

And I love the ground whereon he stands 

I love my love and well he knows 

I love the ground whereon he goes 

How I wish that day would soon come 

When he and I can be as one 

I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep 

For satisfied I never sleep 

I write him letters just a few short lines 

And I suffer death ten thousand times 

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Black is the colour of my true loves hair 

His lips are like some roses fair 

He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands 

And I love the ground whereon he stands 

I love the ground whereon he stands 

I love I love I love the ground whereon he stands 

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