Black Is the Colour

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 where on he stands

I love my love and well, he knows

I love the ground where on he goes

And how I wish the day would come

When he and I will 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 where on 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 suffer death ten thousand times

Black is the color of my true love's hair