Lyrics Black Is the Colour - Tommy Fleming

Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She's the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon she stands

Oh I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes
I wish the day soon would come
When she and I, oh-ho can be as one

I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep
For satisfied I can never be
I write her a letter, just a few short lines
And I suffer death a thousand times

Oh black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She's the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon she stands

Black is the colour of my true love's hair
I love the ground whereon she goes