Black Is The Colour Songtext

Chorus:
Now black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
The sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
Oh, I love the ground whereon she stands

I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep
For satisfied I never can be
I write her letters, just a few short lines
And suffer death a thousand times

Chorus:
Now black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
The sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands

I love the ground whereon she stands