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Chorus: Now black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair 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 where on she goes I hope the day will one day come When she and I will be as one Chorus: Now black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair The sweetest smile and the gentlest hands Oh, I love the ground whereon she stands I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep For satisfied I never can be I write her letters, just a few short lines And suffer death a thousand times Chorus: Now black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair The sweetest smile and the gentlest hands I love the ground whereon she stands I love the ground whereon she stands Aus Songtexte Mania