Il testo della Black is the colour

Black is the color of my true love`s hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She`s got the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands.
I love the ground whereon she stands

I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes.
But i wish the day soon will come
When she and i could be as one

Black is the color of my true love`s hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She`s got the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands.
I love the ground whereon she stands

I go to the clyde and i mourn and weep
But satisfied i never can sleep
I'll write her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death a thousand times

Black is the color of my true love`s hair
Her lips are like red roses fair
She`s got the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands.
And i love the ground whereon she stands