Black Is the Colour (Baez Joan)

Black is the colour of my true loves hair Her lips are like a rose so fair She's got the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands I love the ground whereon she 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 can be as one Black is the colour of my true loves hair Her lips are like a rose so fair She's got the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands I love the ground whereon she stands I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep Satisfied I never can be I write her a letter, just a few short lines And suffer death a thousand times