Black is the colour Songtext

von Whistling to the bird

CD Em
Black is the colour of my true love's hair
C D Hm
Her lips are like some roses fair
CDHm
She's the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands.
CDEm
I love the ground whereon she stands

I love my love and well she knows
I love the grass whereon she goes.
But I know the day it soon might come
When she and I will be as one.

I go the clyde for to moum and weep
But satisfied I never can sleep
I'll write her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death than 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 whereon she stands