Black Is The Colour

Cara Dillon vs. 2Devine



Black is the colour of my true loves hair

Her lips are like a rose so fair

Shes got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands

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 whish the day would come

when she and I can be as one



Black is the colour of my true loves hair

Her lips are like a rose so fair

Shes got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands

I love the ground whereon she stands



I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep

satisfied I never will sleep

Ill write her a letter, just a few short lines

And suffer death ten thousand times



Black is the colour of my true loves hair

Her lips are like a rose so fair

Shes got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands

I love the ground whereon she stands