Black Is The Color Of My True Love`s Hai

<br>Black is the color of my true love`s hair<br>Her lips are like some roses fair<br>She has the sweetest smile the gentlest hands<br>And I love the ground whereon she stands<br><br>I love my love, and well she knows<br>I love the ground whereon she goes<br>I wish the day soon would come<br>When she and I will be as one<br><br>And black is the color of my true love`s hair<br>Her lips are like some roses fair<br>She has the sweetest smile the gentlest hands<br>And I love the ground whereon she stands<br><br>I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep<br>But satisfied I never shall be<br>I`ll write her a letter with a few short lines<br>and suffer death a thousand times<br><br>And black is the color of my true love`s hair<br>Her lips are like some roses fair<br>She has the sweetest smile the gentlest hands<br>And I love the ground whereon she stands<br>I love the ground whereon she stands<br>I love the ground whereon she stands