Bloody Woods Black Is The Colour
Black is the color of my true love's hair
His / her lips are like some roses fair
He's / she's has the sweetest smile, and the gentlest
hands
I love the ground, whereon he / she stands
I love my love and well he / she knows
I love the ground, whereon he / she goes
I wish the day it soon would come
When he / she & I could be as one
Black is the color of my true love's hair
His / her lips are like some roses fair
He's / she's has the sweetest smile, and the gentlest
hands
I love the ground, whereon he / she stands
I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep
For satisfied, I ne'er can be
I write his / her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death, a thousand times
I wish the day it soon would come
When he / she & I could be as one
Black is the color of my true love's hair...
