Black is the colour of my true love&9s hair
her lips are like a rose so fair
she&9s 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&9s hair
her lips are like a rose so fair
she&9s 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&9ll write her a letter, just a few short lines
and suffer death ten thousand times
Black is the colour of my true love&9s hair
her lips are like a rose so fair
she&9s got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands
i love the ground whereon she stands