Black Is The Colour Songtext
von An Cat Dubh

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.