Black is the Colour

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Black is the colour

Black is the colour of my true love's hair,
Her lips are like some roses fair,
She's the sweetest smile, 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,
I wish the day, it soon would come,
When she & I could be as one.
Black is the colour

Black is the colour of my true love's hair,
Her lips are like some roses fair,
She's the sweetest smile, And the gentlest hands,
I love the ground, Whereon she stands.

I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep,
For satisfied, I ne'er can be,
I write her a letter, just a few short lines,
And suffer death, a thousand times.

Black is the colour of my true love's hair,
Her lips are like some roses fair,
She's the sweetest smile, And the gentlest hands,
I love the ground, Whereon she stands.

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from Folk Songs, released April 16, 2015

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Nelson Poblete Spain

Nelson Poblete. Autor, compositor e intérprete nacido en Chile. Vive en Barcelona, ciudad donde ha realizado la casi totalidad de su carrera artística. Ha ganado varios premios en festivales; y ha hecho conciertos en diferentes países de Europa tocando sus canciones. Suele presentar su trabajo en solitario, acompañado de guitarra acústica, y junto al músico norteamericano Ricky Araiza (cuerdas). ... more

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