Black Is The Color

Black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair She's the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon she stands I walk to the Clyde wher I mourn and weep But satisfied I never can sleep I'll write her a letter just a few short lines And suffer death ten thousand times Black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair She's the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon she stands I love my love and well she knows I love the ground whereon she goes And I wish the day it's will come That she and I will be as one Black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair She's the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon she stands Yes I love the ground whereon she stands Yes I love the ground whereon she stands Yes I love the ground whereon she stands