[ Featuring The Stonemasons ]
Black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like two roses fair
She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon she stands
I love my love as well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes
And I wish the day it soon would come
When she and I could be as one
For black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like two roses fair
She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon she stands
I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep
For satisfied I ne'er can be
Then I write her a letter, just a few short lines
And I suffer death a thousand times
For black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like two roses fair
She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon she stands
And I love the ground whereon she stands
And I love the ground whereon she stands
