Chorus:    Now 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 where on she goes   I hope the day will one day come   When she and I will be as one      Chorus:   Now black is the color of my true love's hair   Her lips are like some roses fair   The sweetest smile and the gentlest hands    Oh, I love the ground whereon she stands      I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep   For satisfied I never can be   I write her letters, just a few short lines   And suffer death a thousand times      Chorus:   Now 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 the ground whereon she stands