Black is the colour of my true love's hair Songtext / Lyric

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.
I love the ground whereon she stands

I love my love and well she knows
I love the grass whereon she goes.
But I know the day it never will come
when she an I will be as one.

I go the clyde for to moum and weep
But satisfied I never can sleep
I'll write her a letter, just a few short lines
and suffer death than thousand times

I know my love and well she knows
I love the grass whereon she goes.
If she on earth no more I see
My life will quickly fade away