Niamh Parsons - Black Is the ColorLyrics

Black is the colour of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair She's the sweetest face and the gentlest hands I love the ground wheron she stands I love my love and well she knows I love the ground whereon she goes But some times I whish the day will come That she and I will be as one Black is the colour of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair She's the sweetest face and the gentlest hands I love the ground wheron she stands I walk to the Clyde for to mourn and weep But satisfied I never can sleep I'll write her a letter, just a few short lines And suffer death ten thousand times Black is the colour of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair She's the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands I love the ground wheron she stands then i sat down and I wrote this song I wrote it neat I wrote it long and with every line i shed a tear and at last i said farewell my dear so faretheewell my own true love i love you like the stars above and if heaven or earth no more i'll see i'll treat you like you treated me