Black is the Colour Songtext
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Black is the colour of my true love′s hair
His lips are like a rose so fair
He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
I love the ground whereon he stands

I love my love and well he knows
I love the ground whereon he goes
And how I wish the day would come
When he and I can be as one


Black is the colour of my true love's hair
His lips are like a rose so fair
He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
I love the ground whereon he stands

I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep
Satisfied I never will sleep
I will write him a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death ten thousand times

Black is the colour of my true love′s hair