Black Is The Colour - 上野洋子 Black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And 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 it soon would come When she and I could be as one Black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon she stands I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep For satisfied I never can be I'll write her a letter just a few short lines And I owe death a thousand times Black is the color Black is the color Black is the color Black is the color End