Black Is The Color Of My True Love's Hair

Black is the color of my true love's hair

Her lips are wondrous rosy fair

Prettiest face, loveliest hands

I'm in awe of her for the way she stands



I love my love, and well she knows

I love the ground whereon she goes

I wish the day soon would come

When she and I will be as one



Black is the color of my true love's hair

Her lips are wandrous rousy fair

Prettiest face, loveliest hands

I'm in awe of her for the way she stands



I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep

But satisfied I shall never be

I'll write her a letter with a few short lines

and suffer death a thousand times



And black is the color of my true love's hair

Her lips are wandrous rosy fair

Prettiest face, loveliest hands

I'm in awe of her for the way she stands

I'm in awe of her for the wy she stands

I'm in awe of her for the way she stands.