Black Is The Colour - Damien Leith

作曲：Traditional

Black is the colour of my true love's hair

His lips are like some rose so fair

He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands

Oh I love the ground where on he stands

I love my love and well he knows

I love the ground it where on he goes

I wish the day it's soon would come

When he and I might be as one

Black is the colour of my true love's hair

Her lips are like some rose so fair

She is sweetest smile and the gentlest hands

I love the ground where on she stands

I'll go to the Clyde and mourn and weep

And satisfied I never could be

And write her a letter just a few short lines

And suffer death half thousand times

Black is the colour of my true love's hair

His lips are like some rose so fair

He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands

Oh I love the ground where on he stands

Oh I love the ground where on she stands