Black Is the Colour Songtext
von The King’s Singers

Black, black, black ist the colour of my true love′s hair
Her lips are something wondrous fair
The purest eyes and the dearest hands
I love the grass on where she stands


I love my love and well she knows
I love the grass on where she goes
If she on earth no more I'd see
My life would quickly fade away

"Ooo, ooo"

Black, "black", black, "black", black, "black"