Birch Book - Black is the color lyrics

Black is the color of my true love’s hair Her lips are like some roses fair With the sweetest eyes, the gentlest hands I love the ground where on she stands I love my love, and will she know? I love the ground where on she goes I write her a letter, just a few short lines I suffer death a thousand times I sit up in the night and write her a song I write it sweet and true and strong Lift all the tears with every line And at last, my love is mine I love my love, and will she know? I love the ground where on she goes I write her a letter, just a few short lines I suffer death a thousand times Black is the color of my true love’s hair Her lips are like some roses fair The sweetest eyes, the gentlest hands I love the ground where on she stands