Black Is the Color of My True Love's Hair

歌詞

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