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