Black is the Colour(burakkuizuzakara) KOKIA

Black is the colour of my true loves fair
Her lips are like some roses fair
and the sweetest smile
the gentlest hands
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 soon would come
When she and I will be as one

I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep
But satisfied I never shall be
Ill write her a letter just a few short lines
and suffer death a thousand times

Black is the colour of my true love's fair
Her lips are like some roses fair
and the sweetest smile
the gentlest hands
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 soon would come
When she and I will be as one

I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep
But satisfied I never shall be
I'll write her a letter just a few short lines
and suffer death a thousand times