Black is the color of my true love's hair His face is like roses so fair He's the prettiest face and the neatest of hands I love the ground on where he stands
Oh I love my love and this he knows I love the ground on whereon he goes If you no more on earth I see, I can't serve you as you have me
The winters passed and the leaves are green the time is passed that we have seen But still I hope the time will come when you and I will be as one
I go to the Clyde to mourn and weep, but satisfied I never could sleep I write you a letter just a few short lines I'll suffer death ten thousnad times.
So fare you well my ain true love The time has passed but I wish you well But still I hope the time will come When you and I wil be as one.
I love my love and this she knows I love the ground whereon he goes He's theprettiest face and the neatest of hands, I love the ground wereon he stands.