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Black is the Colour

from Folk Songs by Nelson Poblete

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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 France

Nelson Poblete, an author, composer, and performer, has cultural roots in Chilean, Catalan, and British backgrounds. He spent much of his career in Barcelona, winning awards at festivals. He lived in Manchester, playing Irish music in pubs, and performed across Europe. He now resides in Brittany, France. ... more

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