Cara Dillon
black is the color
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Black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like a rose so fair
She's got the sweetest face 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
And how I wish the day would come
When she and I can be as one
I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep
Satisfied I never will sleep
I'll write her a letter just a few short lines
And suffer death ten thousand times
- Album:
- Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets (Original...
- A Thousand Hearts
- Hill Of Thieves
- Sweet Liberty
- Cara Dillon
- Miscellaneous
- After The Morning
- Non-Album Releases
- Uncut: Brand New Noise
- BBC Radio 2 Folk Awards 2015
- Transatlantic Sessions - Series 6, Vol. Three
- Live at the Grand Opera House
- Other Voices: Songs From a Room 2
- A Collection of Contemporary Irish Music & Film
- Tønder Festival 2003
- TFF Rudolstadt 2002
- Celtic Stars Mytic Waves
- Cool as Folk
- Putumayo Presents: Celtic Crossroads
- fRoots 18