Testo Black Is The Colour

Black Is The CloourBlack is the colour of my true love´s hairHer lips are like some roses fairShe had the sweetest smile and the gentlest handsAnd I love the ground whereon she standsI love my love and well she knowsI love the ground whereon she goesI wish the day it soon would comeWhen she and I could be as oneI go to the Clyde and I mourn and weepFor satisfied I ne´er can beI write her a letter just a few short linesAnd suffer death a thousand timesBlack is the colour of my true love´s hairHer lips are like some roses fairShe had the sweetest smile and the gentlest handsAnd I love the ground whereon she stands