Black Is The Colour Of My True Love's Hair Lyrics

Black is the colour 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 I love my love and well she knows I love the grass whereon she goes. But I know the day it never will come when she and I will be as one. I go the clyde for to moum and weep But satisfied I never can sleep I'll write her a letter, just a few short lines and suffer death ten thousand times I know my love and well she knows I love the grass whereon she goes. If she on earth no more I see My life will quickly fade away