[Lyric] Black Is the Colour (Hamisch Imlach)

Well black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some rose, so fair
She has the sweetest face she has the gentlest hands
I love the ground whereon he stands
I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes
And how I wish the day would come
When she and I shall be as one

I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep
But satisfied I never can be
Well, I write you a letter, just a few short lines
I'll suffer death a thousand times

Yes, black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some rose, so fair
She has the sweetest face and the gentlest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands