[intro] D#m [verse] D#m C# D#m Black, black, black is the color of my true loves hair. G#m His lips are something wond´rous fair, D#m The purest eyes and the bravest hands. G#m D#m I love the ground whereon he stands. D#m C# D#m I love my love and well he kno- ows, G#m I love the ground whereon he goes D#m And if my love no more I'll see, G#m My life would quickly fade away. D#m C# D#m Black, black, black is the color of my true loves hair. A4 ≠ 440 Hz
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