Black Is The Colour Of My True Love's Hair
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
Where on she stands
I love my love
And well she knows
I love the ground
Where on 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
Where on she stands
I go to the clyde
And mourn and weep
Satisfied I never sleep
I 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
Where on she stands
Ooh where on she stands
Ooh where on she stands
Ooh where on she stands
Ooh where on she stands
