Black is the colour of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon she stands I love my love and well she knows I love the ground whereon she goes I go the Clyde and I mourn and weep Shiny I can never be Black is the colour of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon she stands And I love the ground whereon she stands And I love the ground whereon she stands And I love the ground whereon she stands And I love the ground whereon she stands