Black is the color
of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some rose's 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
could be as one
Black is the color
of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some rose's fair
She's the sweetest smile
and the gentlest hands
I love the ground
whereon she stands
I go to the Clyde
and I mourn and weep For satisfied I never
can be
I write her a letter,
just a few
short lines
And suffer death
a thousand times
Black is the color
of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some rose's fair
She's the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
I
love the ground
whereon she stands