Black Is The Colour Lyrics

Black Is The Colour

Chorus: 
Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some
roses fair
The sweetest smile the gentelest hands 
I love the ground where
on she stands

I live my love and well she knows
I love the ground
where on she goes
I hope the day will one day come
When she and i will be
as one

Chorus

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

Chorus

I love the ground where on
she stands