Black Is the Colour کے بول

Black is the colour of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon she stands I love my love and well she knows I love the ground whereon she goes I go the Clyde and I mourn and weep Shiny I can never be Black is the colour of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon she stands And I love the ground whereon she stands And I love the ground whereon she stands And I love the ground whereon she stands And I love the ground whereon she stands