Mary Black - Black is the colour

B^Aminlack is the^C colour of my t^Grue loves h^Aminair ^CHer lips ^Fare like ^Gsome roses f^Eminair She's the sweetest sm^File and the gen^Gtlest ha^Eminnds And I l^Aminove the gr^Cound wh^Gere on she s^Amintands.

^Amin I love my ^Clove and w^Gell she ^Aminknows I^C love the g^Fround where ^Gon she ^Amingoes I^C wish the ^Fday it s^Goon would ^Emincome w^Aminhen she and ^CI could ^Gbe as ^Aminone. (KEY CHANGE IN LAST VERSE, OPTIONAL)

^DI go to the cl^Gyde a^And I mourn and w^Deep for satisfi^Ged ^AI neer can ^Dbe I write her a let^Gter, j^Aust a few short li^Dnes and suffer ^Gdeat^Ah a thousand ti^Dmes.