susanne abbuehl
black is the color...
Black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair She's 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. But some times I wish the day will come That she and I will be as one  Black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair She's the sweetest face and the gentlest hands. I love the ground whereon she stands  I walk to the Clyde for to mourn and weep But satisfied I never can sleep I'll write her a letter, just a few short lines And suffer death ten thousand times  Black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair She's the sweetest face and the gentlest hands. I love the ground whereon she stands