Lyrics

[Chorus] Black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon she stands [Verse 1] I love my love and well she knows I love the ground whereon she goes I wish the day it soon would come When she and I could be as one [Verse 2] I go to the Clyde, and I mourn and weep For satisfied I never can be I'll write her a letter, just a few short lines And I owe death a thousand times [Instrumental Break] [Chorus] Black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon she stands