Black is the colour - Cara Dillon 卡兰.迪伦
Black is the colour of my true love′s hair
His lips are like some roses fair
He′s 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
How I wish the time would soon come
When he and I can be as one
I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep
for satisfied I抎 never sleep
I write him a letter, just a few short lines
And I suffer death ten thousand times
Black is the colour of my true love′s hair
His lips are like some roses fair
He′s the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon he stands
I love the ground whereon he stands
I love, I love, I love the ground whereon he stands
