Espers

Espers

Black Is The Color
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Espers Black Is the Color 

Black is the color   of my true love's hair 
Am           F    Em                   Am 

His face is like   some wondrous fair 
Am          F   Em               Am 

With the prettiest face   and the neatest hands 
Am                 F   Em                 Sm 

I love the ground   whereon he stands 
Am         F     Em            Am 


I love my love and well he knows 
I love the ground whereon he goes 
If you know mire and of the sea (?) 
I answer you as you have me (?) 

I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep 
But satisfied I never can sleep 
I'll write him a letter, just a few short lines 
I'll suffer death one thousand times 

Black is the color of my true love's hair 
His face is like some wondrous fair 
With the prettiest face and the neatest hands 
I love the ground whereon he stands

Enviado por: Genesis Pimentel

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