Black Is The Colour (2021 Version)

Black is the colour of my true loves 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 wish they day it soon would come
When he and I could soon be one

Black ist the colour of my true loves 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 got the Clyde and I mourn and weep
For satisfied I ne'er can be
I write him a letter just a few short lines
And suffer then a thousand times

Black is the colour of my true loves 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