The Colour Black

I had an old black car Oh how it shone and reflected the lights and the moon But alas I traded it in for a modern day sleek Strange how we mourn for the things we seek. I had an old black doll Oh how she smiled with her rose-red cheek glow But alas I grew up and lost her in years Strange how we mourn for the things we hold dear. I had an old black dog Oh how she roamed with me my own personal guide Strange how we mourn for the pets who have died. I have no car, no doll and no pet Oh how I remember the love of all that was black Strange how we mourn when we take a look back.