Black is the colour of my true love's hair
His lips are like a rose so fair
He is the purest eyes and the strongest hands
I love the ground where on he stands
I love my love and well, he knows
That I love the ground where he goes
And still I hope that the time will come
When he and I will be as one
Black is the color of my true love's hair
His face so soft and wondrous fair
He is the purest eyes and the strongest hands
I love the ground on where he stands
Black is the colour of my true love's hair
His lips are like a roses fair
He is the sweetest eyes and the strongest hands
I love the ground where on he stands
I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep
For satisfied I never sleep
I write him a letter just a few short lines
And suffer death ten thousand times
Black is the colour of my true loves hair
His lips are like a rose so fair
His the purest eyes and the strongest hands
I love the ground where on he stands
Black is the colour
Black is the colour of my true love's hair