Elane Black Is The Colour
Black is the colour of my true loves hair
his lips are like some roses fair
has the sweetest face and the neatest hands
I love the ground where on he stands
I love my love and well he knows
I love the ground where on he goes
I wish the day it soon would come
when he and I could be as one
I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep
for satisfied I neer can be
I write him a letter, just a few short lines
and suffer death a thousand times
I love my love and well he knows
I love the ground where on he goes
I wish the day it soon would come
when he and I could be as one
