Paul Weller - Black Is The Colour Lyrics

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 whish 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'll write her a letter, just a few short lines And I owe death a thousand times Black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like red roses fair She has the sweetestsmile and the gentlest hands. And I love the ground whereon she stands.
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 whish 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'll write her a letter,
just a few short lines
And I owe death a thousand times
Black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like red roses fair
She has the sweetestsmile
and the gentlest hands.
And I love the ground whereon she stands.