The Eccentric Opera - Black Is the Colour lyrics

Black, black, black is the colour of my true love's hair His lips are something rosy fair The sweetest smile and the kindest hands I love the gra** whereon he stands (Where on he stands) I love my love and well, he knows I love the gra** whereon he goes If he no more on earth will be 'Twill surely be the end of me, end of me ('Twill surely be the end of me) (If music be the food of love, Sing on, sing on till I am fill'd with joy) If music be the food of love, Sing on, sing on till I am fill'd with joy (For then my list'ning soul you move To pleasures that can never cloy) For then my list'ning soul you move To pleasures that can never cloy (Your eyes, your mien, your tongue declare That you are music ev'rywhere) Your eyes, your mien, your tongue declare That you are music ev'rywhere (Pleasures invade both eye and ear So fierce the transports are, they wound) Pleasures invade both eye and ear So fierce the transports are, they wound And all my senses feasted are Tho' yet the treat is only sound Sure I must perish by your charms Unless you save me in your arms Black, black, black is the colour of my true love's hair His lips are something rosy fair The sweetest smile and the kindest hands I love the gra** whereon he stands (Where on he stands) I love my love and well, he knows I love the gra** whereon he goes If he no more on earth will be 'Twill surely be the end of me, end of me ('Twill surely be the end of me) (Your eyes, your mien, your tongue declare That you are music ev'rywhere Pleasures invade both eye and ear So fierce the transports are, they wound And all my senses feasted are Tho' yet the treat is only sound Sure I must perish by your charms Unless you save me in your arms Unless you save me in your arms)