Black Is the Color of My True Love's Hair, folk song

Black is thecolourof my true love's hair Her lips are like a rose so fair She's got thesweetestface and thegentlesthands I love thegroundwhereon she stands I love my love and well she knows I love thegroundwhereon she goes And how I wish the daywouldcome When she and I can be as one Black is thecolourof my true love's hair Her lips are like a rose so fair She's got thesweetestface and thegentlesthands I love thegroundwhereon she stands I go to theClydeandmournand weep Satisfied Ineverwill sleep I'llwriteher a letter, just a fewshortlines Andsufferdeath tenthousandtimes Black is thecolourof my true love's hair Her lips are like a rose so fair She's got thesweetestface and thegentlesthands I love thegroundwhereon she stands