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