Black is the Color

Black is the color of my true loves hair,
 and her lips are like a rose so fair
 I've hung her as a curtain in my mothers room and I love the smell of her gasping breathe
 and the sense of loss and the sense of death
 Well winter has passed so the rain(reign?) is free and it claws at the roof, above me
 I sleep beneath her lily face and breath in the air that she does displace
 I suck in that air without a hint of disgrace
 Yes winter has passed so the rain is free
 Black black black is the color of my true loves hair
 And soon soon soon i am hoping a child she will bear
 no black black black black is the color of my true loves hair
 And soon soon soon soon I am hoping a child she will bear
 and Black black black is the color of my true loves hair
 and soon soon soon I am hoping a child she will bear
 Black is the color of my true loves hair, and her lips are like a rose so fair