@migu music@

black is the colour

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 where on she stands

i go to the clyde

where i mourn and weep

for satisfied i never 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 has the sweetest smile

and the gentlest hands

and i love the ground where on she stands

i love my love and well she knows

i love the ground where on she goes

and i wish the day it soon would come

when she and i could be as one