Black is the Colour

Provided by Harald Villing

Ivy Ruler

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