Black Is The Colour Lyrics

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

I love my love and well he knows
I love the ground where on he goes
How I wish that day would soon come when he and I can be as one

I go to the Clyde and I mourn and wait for satisfied
I never sleep
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Just a few short ones and I suffer death then thousand times

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

I love the groud where on he stands
I love
I love
I love the ground where on he stands