Black Is The Colour Lyrics

Black Is The Colour lyrics

Black is the colour of my true love4s hair,

Her lips are like some roses
fair.

She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands

I love the
ground whereon she stands.



I love my love and well she knows.

I love the ground whereon she goes.

I wish the day it soon would
come

When she and I could be as one.



Black is the colour of
my true love4s hair,

Her lips are like some roses fair.

She has the
sweetest smile and the gentlest hands

I love the ground whereon she
stands.



I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep

For satisfied
I ne4er can be.

I write her a letter, just a few short lines,

And
suffer death a thousand times.