Black Is the Colour - Catherine Duc

Written by：Mcfadden Brian/Traditional

Black is the colour of my true love's hair

His lips are like some rose fair

He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands

And I love the ground where on he stands

I love my love and well he knows

I love the ground where on he goes

How I wish the day would soon come

When he and I can be as one

Can be as one

Can be as one

Can be as one as one

I go to the Clyde and mourn and deep

Satisfied I never will sleep

I'll write him a letter just a few short lines

And suffer death ten thousand times

Black is the colour of my true love's hair

His lips are like some roses fair

He has sweetest smile and the gentlest hands

And I love the ground where on he stands

I love the ground where on he stands