Song Lyrics

Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like a rose so fair
She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon she stands.

I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes
And how I wish the day'd soon come
When she and I may be as one

I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep
'Til satisfied I ne'er will sleep
I write her a letter just a few short lines
And I'll suffer death ten thousand times

Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like a rose so fair
She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon she stands

Pina Kollars, Traditional

The duration of Black is the Colour is 2:21 minutes and seconds.