Black is the color of my true love`s hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She`s the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.
I love the ground where on she standsI love my love and well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes.
But some times I wish the day will 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
She`s the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.
I love the ground where on she standsI walk to the Clyde for to mourn and weep
But satisfied I never can sleep
I`ll write her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death ten thousand times
Songwriters
MCNALLY, JAMESPublished by
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc. Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.