Black Is the Colour Paul Weller

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]
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