[00:02.46]Black is the colour--Cara Dillon
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[00:21.01]Black is the colour of my true love\'s hair.
[00:27.64]Her lips are like a rose so fair.
[00:34.24]She\'s got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.
[00:41.71]I love the ground whereon she stands.
[00:49.27]I love my love and well she knows.
[00:55.97]I love the ground whereon she goes.
[01:03.60]And how I wish the day would come
[01:10.63]when she and I can be as one.
[01:18.10]Black is the colour of my true love\'s hair.
[01:24.64]Her lips are like a rose so fair.
[01:31.42]She\'s got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.
[01:39.03]I love the ground whereon she stands.
[02:39.91]I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep
[02:46.35]satisfied I never will sleep.
[02:53.53]I \'ll write her a letter, just a few short lines
[03:00.78]And suffer death ten thousand times.
[03:08.30]Black is the colour of my true love\'s hair.
[03:14.80]Her lips are like a rose so fair.
[03:21.88]She\'s got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.
[03:29.87]I love the ground whereon she stands. x3