Luka Bloom
Black Is the Color
Black is the colour of my true love's hairHer lips are like some rose so fairShe has the sweetest smile and the gentlest handsOh, I love the ground whereon she standsI love my love, and well she knowsI love the ground whereon she goesI wish the day it soon might comeWhen she and I might be as oneChorus:Black is the colour...I'll go to the Clyde and mourn and weepWhere satisfied I never shall beWrite her a letter, just a few short linesAnd suffer death 10,000 timesChorus:Black is the colour...
From Letras Mania