Black Is The Colour Lyrics & Chords By Arven

Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like her roses fair
She's got 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
And how I wish the day will come
When she and I could be as one

I go to Clyde, and I mourn and weep
Satisfied, I never can be
I write her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death, a thousand times