[G] [C] [G] [C] [G] [C] [G] [C]
[G] The dogs are [C] howling at the [G] midnight [C] moon. [G] [C] [G] [C]
[G] I'm on my [C] way to where the [G] black rose [C] blooms. [G] [C] [G] [C]
[C] The mountain's [Em/B] high, the [Am] night is [G/B] cold.
[C] I feel the [G/B] sunshine; a [D/A] black rose [G] grows.
To[G]gether again, we're as [C] common as sin, they say,
[D] We just walk around the stones they [G] throw.
[G] Night after night, [C] we steal away to where
[F] Love don't see no [C] colors in the [G] shadows,
[F] Love don't see no [C] colors in the [G] shadows.
[G] Wind in the [C] willows, [G] wild and [C] warm, [G] [C] [G] [C]
[G] Just like the [C] woman lying [G] here in my [C] arms. [G] [C] [G] [C]
[C] The water's [Em/B] deep, [Am] cold and [G/B] still.
[C] I love the [G/B] feeling that [D/A] black rose [G] gives.
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