Black is the Color
Black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
The sweetest smile and the softest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands
I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep
But satisfied I never sleep
I'll write to you in a few short lines
I'll suffer death ten thousand times
Black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
The sweetest smile and the softest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands
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Black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
The sweetest smile and the softest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands
I know my love and well she knows
I love the grass whereon she goes
I wish the day that soon will come
When she and I might be as one
Black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
The sweetest smile and the softest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands
