Black Is the Colour Lyrics

I'll go to the Clyde and I'll mourn and weep
Where satisfied I never shall be
I'll write her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death ten thousand times
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Black is the colour of my true loves hair.
Her lips are like a rose so fair.
Shes got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.
I love the ground whereon she stands.
whereon she stands
whereon she stands

Black is the color
Black is the color
I love my love and well she knows.
I love the ground whereon she goes.
And how I whish the day would come
when she and I can be as one.

Black is the colour of my true loves hair.
Her lips are like a rose so fair.
Shes got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.
I love the ground whereon she stands.
whereon she stands
whereon she stands
Black is the color
Black is the color
Black is the color
Black is the color