From the album CARRY ON

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Lyrics

Black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
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.
I whish the day it soon would come
When she and I will be as one.

Black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
The sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands.

I go to Clyde to mourn and weep
But satisfied I could never be.
I'll write her a letter, a few short lines
And suffer death ten thousand times.

Black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
The sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands.