[ti:Black is the colour] [ar:] [al:] [00:55.00]Black is the colour [00:58.00]of my true love's hair [01:01.00]Her lips are like some roses fair [01:08.00]She has the sweetest smile [01:14.00]and the gentlest hands [01:18.00]And i love the ground where on she stands [01:33.00]I go to the Clyde [01:36.00]where i mourn and weep [01:40.00]For satisfied i never can be [01:48.00]I write her a letter [01:51.00]just a few short lines [01:55.00]and suffer death a thousand times [02:10.00]Black is the colour of my true love's hair [02:18.00]Her lips are like some roses fair [02:25.00]She has the sweetest smile [02:28.00]and the gentlest hands [02:33.00]And i love the ground where on she stands [02:48.00]I love my love and well she knows [02:56.00]I love the ground where on she goes [03:03.00]And i wish the day it soon would come [03:11.00]when she and i could be as one