Black Is the Colour

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 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 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 whereon she stands

Oh, whereon she stands

Oh, whereon she stands

Oh, whereon she stands

Oh, whereon she stands

Oh, whereon she stands

I go to the clyde and mourn and weep

Satisfied I never will sleep

I'll 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 whereon she stands

I love ground whereon she stands

Love the ground