Black Is the Colour Lyrics

Black is the colour of my true love4s hair, Her lips are like some roses fair.
She has 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 colour of my true love4s hair, Her lips are like some roses fair.
She has 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 ne4er can be.
I write her a letter, just a few short lines, And suffer death a thousand times.