Black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon she standsI love my love and well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes
I wish the day it soon would come
When she and I will be as oneI go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep
For satisfied I never can be
I'll write her a letter just a few short lines
And I owe death a thousand timesBlack is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like red roses fair
She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon she stands
Songwriters
DILLON, CARA/LAKEMAN, SAMPublished by
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