Black Is the Colour

Black is the colour of my true loves hair

Her lips are like a rose so fair

She's got the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands

I love the ground whereon she stands

I love my love and well she knows

I love the ground whereon 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 loves hair

Her lips are like a rose so fair

She's got the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands

I love the ground whereon she stands

I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep

Satisfied I never can be

I write her a letter, just a few short lines

And suffer death a thousand times