Black is the Colour - KOKIA

is

the

colour

of

my

true

love
'
s

fair
Her

lips

are

like

some

roses

fair
And

the

sweetest

smile
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
I

wish

the

day

soon

would

come
When

she

and

I

will

be

as

one
I

go

to

the

Clyde

and

mourn

and

weep
But

satisfied

I

never

shall

be
I
'
ll

write

her

a

letter

just

a

few

short

lines
And

suffer

death

a

thousand

times
Black

is

the

colour

of

my

true

love
'
s

fair
Her

lips

are

like

some

roses

fair
And

the

sweetest

smile
The

gentlest

hands
I

love

the

ground

whereon

she

stands