Chorus: Now, black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like, some roses fair The sweetest smile, and the gentlest hands I love the ground, where on she stands I love my love, and well she knows I love the ground, where on she goes I hope the day, will one day come When she and I, will be as one Now, black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like, some roses fair The sweetest smile, and the gentlest hands Oh, I love the ground, where on she stands I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep For satisfied, I never can be I write her letters, just a few short lines And suffer d**h, a thousand times Now, black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like, some roses fair The sweetest smile, and the gentlest hands I love the ground, where on she stands I love the ground, where on she stands