Black Is The Colour

(Amin)Black is the (F)colour of my (G)true love's (Amin)hair. Her lips are (F)like some (G)roses (E7)fair She had the sweetest (F)smile (G)and the gentlest (E7)hands And I love the (F)ground (G)whereon she (Amin)stands. I 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 could be as one I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep For satisfied I ne'er can be I write her a letter just a few short lines And suffer death a thousand times Black is the colour of my true love's hair. Her lips are like some roses fair She had the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon she stands.