Black Is the Colour

Black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair She has the sweetest face And the gentlest hands And I love the ground where on she stands I love my love and well she knows I love the ground where on she goes And how I wish the day would come When she and I can be as one Black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair She has the sweetest face And the gentlest hands And I love the ground where on she stands I love the ground where on she stands Black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like a rose so fair She has the sweetest face And the gentlest hands And I love the ground where on she stands I love the ground where on she stands I love the ground where on she stands