Black Is The Colour
Paul Weller
Paul Weller - Black Is The Colour Tabbed by: http://www.andreasvockrodt.de [Intro] [Verse] Black is the color of my true love’s hair Her lips are like some roses fair She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon she stands [Verse 2] 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 and I will be as one [Verse 3] I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep For satisfied I never can be I’ll write her a letter just a few short lines And I owe death a thousand times [Interlude] sus4 sus4 [Verse 4] Black is the color of my true love’s hair Her lips are like some roses fair She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon she stands