Black Is The Color

by Alan Kim Cochran

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Black Is The Color
(traditional)

Black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some rose so fair
She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
Oh, I love the ground whereon she stands

I love my love, and well she knows
And I love the ground whereon she goes
I wish the day it soon might come
When she and I might be as one

Chorus:
Black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some rose so fair
She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
Oh, I love the ground whereon she stands
I love the ground whereon she stands

I'll go to the Clyde in the morn and weep
Where satisfied I never shall be
Write her a letter, oh, just a few short lines
And suffer death ten-thousand times

Chorus:
Black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some rose so fair
She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
Oh, I love the ground whereon she stands
I love the very ground whereon she stands