Black is the Colour (Arr. for Vocal Ensemble by Blake Morgan)

Black is the colour of my true love's hair. His face so soft and wondrous fair, The purest eyes and the strongest hands, I love the ground whereon he stands, I love the ground whereon he stands. Black is the colour of my true love's hair. I love my love and well she knows, I love the ground where on she goes, I'll write a note with a few little lines, I'd suffer death ten thousand times! Black is the colour of my true love's hair. I'll go to the Clyde, where I'll mourn and weep, For satisfied I ne'er can sleep, If he on earth no more would stay, My life would quickly fade away. Black is the colour of my true love's hair.