Black Is the Colour

Black Is the Colour -Katherine Jenkins
Black is the color of my true loves hair
His lips are like a rose so fair
He has 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 whereon he goes
And how I wish the day would come
When he and I can be as one
Black is the color of my true loves hair
His lips are like a rose so fair
He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon he stands
I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep
Satisfied I never will sleep
I will write him a letter just a few short lines
And Id suffer death ten thousand times
Black is the color of my true loves hair