Black Is the Colour

Black is the colour of my true love's hair

her lips are like some roses fair

she has the sweetest face

and the gentlest hands

and I love the ground where on she standsI love my love and well she knows

I love the ground where on she goes

and how I wish the day would come

when she and I can be as oneBlack is the colour of my true love's hair

her lips are like some roses fair

she has the sweetest face

and the gentlest hands

and I love the ground where on she stands

I love the ground where on she standsBlack is the colour of my true love's hair

her lips are like a rose so fair

she has the sweetest face

and the gentlest hands

and I love the ground where on she stands

I love the ground where on she stands

I love the ground where on she stands