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Celtic Woman

Black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetest face
And the gentlest hands
And I love the ground where on she stands

I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground where on she goes
And how I wish the day would come
When she and I can be as one

Black is the color of my true love's hair

Her lips are like some roses fair

She has the sweetest face
And the gentlest hands
And I love the ground where on she stands
I love the ground where on she stands

Black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like a rose so fair
She has the sweetest face
And the gentlest hands
And I love the ground where on she stands
I love the ground where on she stands
I love the ground where on she stands

Written by WELLER, PAUL JOHN
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group, EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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