Black Is The Colour Songtext / Lyric

Black is the color of my true love's hair

Her lips are like some roses fair

She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands.

And I love the ground where on she stands.



I love my love and well she knows

I love the ground whereon she goes.

I whish the day it soon would come

When she and I could be as one






I go to the Clyde

And I mourn and weep

For satisfied I never can be

I'll write her a letter,

just a few short lines

And I owe death a thousand times



Black is the color of my true love's hair

Her lips are like red roses fair

She has the sweetest smile

And the gentlest hands.

And I love the ground where on she stands