Black Is the Colour of My True Love's Hair

Black is the colour Of my true love's hair Her lips are like A rose so fair She's got the sweetest face And the gentlest hands I love the ground Where on she stands I love my love And well she knows I love the ground Where on 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's hair Her lips are like A rose so fair She's got the sweetest face And the gentlest hands I love the ground Where on she stands I go to the clyde And mourn and weep Satisfied I never sleep I write her a letter Just a few short lines And suffer death Ten thousand times Black is the colour Of my true love's hair Her lips are like A rose so fair She's got the sweetest face And the gentlest hands I love the ground Where on she stands Ooh where on she stands Ooh where on she stands Ooh where on she stands Ooh where on she stands