Letra de Black is the colour

Black is the colour of my true love´s hair
His lips are like some roses fair
He´s the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon he stands

I love my love and well he knows
I love the ground whereon he goes
How I wish the time would soon come
When he and I can be as one

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

Black is the colour of my true love´s hair
His lips are like some roses fair
He´s the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon he stands
I love the ground whereon he stands
I love, I love, I love the ground whereon he stands