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Black Clothes
(Robin Laing)

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There's a long road before me, I'm trying to unwind,
G                           A7
The distance and the dislocation are dragging on my mind,
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I think she might be near me, the girl I left behind,
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But I realise that I am only dreaming.


I could call her on the telephone, a hundred times a day,
And listen closely lovingly to anything she'd say,
But that would just remind me, that she's so far away,
I wish that I could travel in my dreaming.

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'Cause when she wears black clothes, she wraps me like the night,
G                         D                        G                            A7
Her hair is dark and dusky and her laughing eyes are bright,
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When she wears black clothes, she can do just what she likes,
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She makes living on this earth more like dreaming.

Oh I wish I had a hologram packed up in my case,
And anytime I wanted, I could see her smiling face,
And for a moment slip away from this singer's market place,
And concentrate on wishing hard and dreaming.
'Cause when she wears .....

Now liquorice is sweet if that's the kind of thing you like,
And there's promise and there's danger in any oil strike,
But graceful and mysterious like a jet-black Japanese kite,
Is the shadow of this raven on my dreaming.
'Cause when she wears ..... (2x) (last line 2x)


Source: www.whfolk.co.uk/SONGBOOK.doc