Album: other songs

Black Is The Colour

Black is the colour
Of my true loves hair
Her lips are like
Some rose as 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
Where on she goes
And I wish the day
It soon would come
When she and I
Could be as one

I go to the Clyde
I mourn and weep
Satisfied
I never can be
And then I write her a letter
Just a few short lines
And suffer death
A thousand times

Deep black is the colour
Of my true loves hair
Her lips are like
Some rose as fair
She has the sweetest smile
And the gentlest hands
And I love the ground
Where on she stands