F G Am
Black is the colour, of my true love's hair,
F G E7
Her lips are like, some roses fair,
F G E7
She has the sweetest smile, and the gentlest hands,
F G Am
I love the ground, whereon she stands.
[Verse 2]
F G Am
I love my love, and well she knows,
F G E7
I love the ground, whereon she goes,
F G E7
I wish the day, it soon would come,
F G Am
When she and I could be as one.
[Verse 3]
F G Am
I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep,
F G E7
For satisfied, I ne'er can be,
F G E7
I write her a letter, just a few short lines,
F G Am
And suffer death, a thousand times.
[Verse 4]
F G Am
For black is the colour, of my true love's hair,
F G E7
Her lips are like, some roses fair,
F G E7
She has the sweetest smile, and the gentlest hands,
F G Am
I love the ground, whereon she stands.
[Instrumental]
F G Am
F G E7
F G E7
F G Am
[Verse 5]
F G Am
Black is the colour, of my true love's hair,
F G E7
Her lips are like, some roses fair,
F G E7
She has the sweetest smile, and the gentlest hands,
F G Am
And I love the ground, whereon she stands.
F G Am
Yes I love the ground, whereon she stands.
