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

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 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