Black Is The Colour Letra

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 whereon 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 sweetestsmile and the gentlest hands. And I love the ground whereon she stands.