Black Is The Colour (2021 Version) Songtext

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 whereon he stands

I go to Clyde and I mourn and weep
For satisfied I ne'er can be
I write him a letter just to feel short lies
And suffer death a 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 whereon he stands