Black Is the Colour

black is the color of my true love’s hair her face is something wondrous fair the purest eyes and the softest hand i love the ground on which she stands i love my love and well she knows i’ll follow her where’re she goes i’ll write her a letter containing these lines i’ll suffer death a thousand times i’ll go to the clyde for to mourn and weep but satisfied i can ne’er sleep if she on earth no more stay my life would quickly fade away black is the color of my true love’s hair her face is something wondrous fair the purest eyes and the softest hand i love the ground on which she stands