black is the colour (of my true love's hair)
Singer:jenkins, katherine
black is the color of my true love's hair
his lips are like a rose so fair
he has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
and i love the ground where on he stands
i love the ground where on he goes
and how i wish the day would come
when he and i will be as one
black is the color of my true love's hair
his lips are like a rose so fair
he has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
and i love the ground where on he stands
i go to the clyde and mourn and weep
satisfied i never will sleep
i will write him a letter just a few short lines
and suffer death ten thousand times
black is the color of my true love's hair