Black is the color of my true love's hair
His lips are something wondrous fair
He has the purest eyes
And the bravest hands
I love the ground whereon he stands

Well, i love my love
And yes he knows
I love the ground whereon he goes
And still i hope
That the time will come
When he and i might be as one

I go to the Clyde and I'll mourn and weep
Well satisfied I never can bе
I'll write to you just a few short lines
And suffеr death a thousand times
Black is the color of my true love's hair
His lips are something wondrous fair
He has the purest eyes
And the bravest hands
I love the ground whereon he stands
Yes, I love the ground whereon he stans
I love the ground whereon he stands