Black Is The Color Of My True Love's Hair

Black is the color of my true love`s hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She`s the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands.
I love the ground whereon she stands

I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes.
I wish the day it soon would come
when she and I will be as one

Black is the color of my true love`s hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She`s the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands.
and I love the ground whereon she stands

I go to the Clyde, I’ll mourn and weep
For satisfied I never will be
I'll write her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death ten thousand times

Black is the color of my true love`s hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She`s the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.
I love the ground whereon she stands