Paul Weller "Black Is The Colour" |
Black is the colour Of my true loves hair Her lips are like Some roses fair She has the sweetest smile And the gentlest hands And I love the ground Where on she stands I love my love And well she knows I love the ground Where on she goes I wish the day It soon would come When she and I Could be as one I go to the Clyde And I mourn and weep For satisfied I never can be I write her a letter Just a few short lines And die a death A thousand times Black is the colour Of my true loves hair Her lips are like Red roses fair She has the sweetest smile And the gentlest hands And I love the ground Where on she stands Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |