| G | C | G | C | G | C | G | C | |
| G | C | G | C | G | C | G | C | |
| The dogs are | howling at the | midnight | moon. |
| G | C | G | C | G | C | G | C | |
| I'm on my | way to where the | black rose | blooms. |
| C | Em/B | Am | G/B | |
| The mountain's | high, the | night is | cold. |
| C | G/B | D/A | G | |
| I feel the | sunshine; a | black rose | grows. |
| G | C | |
| To | gether again, we're as | common as sin, they say, |
| D | G | |
| We just walk around the stones they | throw. |
| G | C | |
| Night after night, | we steal away to where |
| F | C | G | |
| Love don't see no | colors in the | shadows, |
| F | C | G | |
| Love don't see no | colors in the | shadows. |
| G | C | G | C | G | C | G | C | |
| Wind in the | willows, | wild and | warm, |
| G | C | G | C | G | C | G | C | |
| Just like the | woman lying | here in my | arms. |
| C | Em/B | Am | G/B | |
| The water's | deep, | cold and | still. |
| C | G/B | D/A | G | |
| I love the | feeling that | black rose | gives. |
| Chorus |
| Chorus |
| F | C | G | |
| Love don't see no | colors in the | shadows. |
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| * Brian Davies (davies@ils.nwu.edu) * There are three kinds of lies: * |
| * Ph: (708)-467-1969 / (708)-733-9544 * Lies, damned lies, and release * |
| * Institute For The Learning Sciences * dates. * |
| * 1890 Maple Ave, Evanston, IL, 60201 * - guess who * |
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