Black is the color of my true love's hair His lips are like a rose so fair He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon he stands I love my love and well he knows I love the ground whereon he goes And how I wish the day would come When he and I can be as one Black is the color of my true love's hair His lips are like a rose so fair He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon he stands I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep Satisfied I never will sleep I will write him a letter just a few short lines And I'd suffer death ten thousand times Black is the color of my true love's hair
