Black Is the Colour by Erica Jennings 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 whereon he stands

I love my love and well he knows
I love the ground whereon he goes
I pray the day it soon would come
When he and I can be as one

I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep
Satisfied I never will be
I write him a letter just a few short lines
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