Black Is the Colour

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
Oh, I love the ground on where he stands

I love my love and well he knows
I love the ground on where he goes
And I wish the day it soon would come
Where he and I could be as one

I go to the Clyde, I mourn and I weep
Satisfied I could never be
Then I'll write him a letter, just a few short lines
I suffer death a thousand times

For 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
Oh, I love the ground on where he stands

I love the ground on where he stands
On where he stands
On where he stands
Ooh, ooh, ooh
On where he stands



Credits
Writer(s): Traditional, Nahoko Kakiage
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