Erica Jennings - Black is the colour

Arranged & Produced: Erica Jennings & Vytautas Bikus Author unknown. Black is the colour of my true love&hair His lips are like some roses 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 I pray the day it soon would come When he and I can be as one I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep Satisfied I never will be I write him a letter just a few short lines And suffer death a thousand times Black is the colour of my true love&hair His lips are like some roses fair He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon he stands