Paroles de Black Is The Colour

Black is the colour of my true love's hair His lips are like some roses fair He's 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 where on he goes How I wish the time would soon come When he and I can be as one I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep for satisfied I'd never sleep I write him a letter, just a few short lines And I suffer death ten thousand times Black is the colour of my true love's hair His lips are like some roses fair He's the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon he stands I love the ground whereon he stands I love, I love, I love the ground where on he stands