Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetest smile
And the gentlest hands
And I love the ground,where on she stands
I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground,where on she goes
I wish the day it soon will come
When she and I could be as one
I go to the Clyde
And mourn and weep
Satisfied I never can be
I write her a letter
Just a few short lines
And suffer death a thousand times
For black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetes smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground where on she stands.
Writer(s): Traditional, Nahoko Kakiage
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