Now black is the color of my true love`s hair Her lips are like some roses fair the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands. I love the ground whereon she stands
I love my love and well she knows I love the ground whereon she goes. I hope the day will one day come That she and I will be as one
Black is the color of my true love`s hair Her lips are like some roses fair The sweetest smile and the gentlest hands. I love the ground whereon she stands
I go to the Clyde, for to mourn and weep But satisfied, I never can be I write her letters, just a few short lines And suffer death ten thousand times
Now black is the color of my true love`s hair Her lips are like some roses fair The sweetest smile and the gentlest hands. I love the ground whereon she stands I love the ground where on she stands
Dm Bb C Dm Bb C Dm A Bb C Dm Bb C Dm I prefer to play this song in Am - here's the transposition: Dm --> Am Bb --> F C --> G A --> E