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