Black Is The Color Lyrics

Black is the color of my true love's hair
And her lips are like a rose so fair
I've hung her as a curtain in my mother's room
And I love the smell of her gasping breath
And the sense of loss and the sense of death

Well winter has passed, so the rain is free
And it claws at the roof above me
I sleep beneath her lily face
And breathe in the air that she does displace
I suck in that air without a hint of disgrace

Yes, winter has passed, so the rain is free Black, black, black is the color of my true love's hair
And soon, soon, soon I am hoping a child she will bear
Oh, black, black, black, black is the color of my true love's hair
And soon, soon, soon, soon I am hoping a child she will bear
And black, black, black is the color of my true love's hair
And soon, soon, soon I am hoping a child she will bear

Black is the color of my true love's hair
And her lips are like a rose so fair

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