Black Is The Color - Rosheen

Black is the color of my true love's hair

His lips are like some roses fair

He's got the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands

And I love the ground whereon he stands

I love my love and well he knows

I love the ground whereon he goes

And I wish the day it soon would come

When he and I could be as one

For black is the color of my true love's hair

His lips are like some roses fair

He's got the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands

And I love the ground whereon he stands

I go to the Clyde to mourn and weep

For satisfied I never can be

I write him a letter just a few short lines

And suffer death a thousand times

For black is the color of my true love's hair

His lips are like red roses fair

He's the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands

And I love the ground whereon he stands

And I love the ground whereon he stands