Lyrics

Oh black is the color of my true love's hair His face is something wondrous fair The prettiest eyes and the neatest hands I love the ground whereon he stands I love my love as well he knows I love the ground whereon he goes But if you on earth no more I can see I can't serve you as you have me The winter's passed and the leaves are green The time has passed that we have seen But still I hope the day will come When you and I will be as one I go to the clyde to mourn to weep Unsatisfied, I never can sleep So I write to you in a few short lines "I'll suffer death ten thousand times" Oh black is the color of my true love's hair His face is something wonderous fair The prettiest eyes and the neatest hands I love the ground whereon he stands