| Song | Black Is the Color |
| Artist | Espers |
| Album | The Weed Tree |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Black is the color of my true love hair | |
| His face is like some wondrous fair | |
| With the prettiest face and the neatest hands | |
| I love the ground whereon he stands | |
| I love my love | |
| And well he knows | |
| I love the ground whereon he goes | |
| If you know mark on earth I see | |
| I counciled you as you have me | |
| I go to the clyde for to mourn and weep | |
| But satisfied I never can sleep | |
| I write him a letter just a few short lines | |
| I suffer death one thousand times | |
| black is the color of my true love's hair | |
| His face is like some wondrous fair | |
| With the prettiest face and the neatest hands | |
| I love the ground whereon he stands |
| Black is the color of my true love hair | |
| His face is like some wondrous fair | |
| With the prettiest face and the neatest hands | |
| I love the ground whereon he stands | |
| I love my love | |
| And well he knows | |
| I love the ground whereon he goes | |
| If you know mark on earth I see | |
| I counciled you as you have me | |
| I go to the clyde for to mourn and weep | |
| But satisfied I never can sleep | |
| I write him a letter just a few short lines | |
| I suffer death one thousand times | |
| black is the color of my true love' s hair | |
| His face is like some wondrous fair | |
| With the prettiest face and the neatest hands | |
| I love the ground whereon he stands |
| Black is the color of my true love hair | |
| His face is like some wondrous fair | |
| With the prettiest face and the neatest hands | |
| I love the ground whereon he stands | |
| I love my love | |
| And well he knows | |
| I love the ground whereon he goes | |
| If you know mark on earth I see | |
| I counciled you as you have me | |
| I go to the clyde for to mourn and weep | |
| But satisfied I never can sleep | |
| I write him a letter just a few short lines | |
| I suffer death one thousand times | |
| black is the color of my true love' s hair | |
| His face is like some wondrous fair | |
| With the prettiest face and the neatest hands | |
| I love the ground whereon he stands |