Black Is the Color - Lucette

Black is the color of my true love’s hair

His lips are like some roses fair

With the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands

I love the ground whereon he stands

I love my love and well he knows

I love the ground whereon he goes

But now I wish the day will come

When he and I can be as one

Feel my bones shake when he shivers

Holding onto every whisper

Close my eyes in until

I hear him call me

Feel my bones shake when he shivers

Holding onto every whisper

Close my eyes in until

I hear him call me

I walk to the Clyde to mourn and weep

But satisfied I never sleep

I wrote him a letter, just a few short lines

And suffer death ten thousand times