Black Is The Colour 歌词

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