Black is the colour

Black is the colour of my true love's hair
her lips are like a rose so fair
she's got the sweetest face 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
and how i wish the day would come
when she and i can be as one
Black is the colour of my true love's hair
her lips are like a rose so fair
she's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands
i love the ground whereon she stands
I go to the clyde and mourn and weep
satisfied i never will sleep
i'll write her a letter, just a few short lines
and suffer death ten thousand times
Black is the colour of my true love's hair
her lips are like a rose so fair
she's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands
i love the ground whereon she stands