Black is the colour of my true love's hair. Her lips are like a rose so fair. She's got the sweetest face 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. And how I wish the day would come, when she and I can be as one. Black is the colour of my true love's hair. Her lips are like a rose so fair. She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands. I love the ground whereon she stands. Oh...whereon she stands... . Oh...whereon she stands... Oh...whereon she stands... Oh...whereon she stands... Oh...whereon she stands...
I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep For satisfied I never will sleep. I 'll write her a letter, just a few short lines, And suffer death ten thousand times. Black is the colour of my true love's hair. Her lips are like a rose so fair. She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands. I love the ground whereon she stands. I love the ground whereon she stands. I love the ground...
[00:02.460] [00:07.460] [00:27.840]Black is the colour of my true love's hair. [00:33.850]Her lips are like a rose so fair. [00:40.950]She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands. [00:48.150]I love the ground whereon she stands. [00:55.280]I love my love and well she knows. [01:02.100]I love the ground whereon she goes. [01:09.230]And how I wish the day would come, [01:16.270]when she and I can be as one. [01:23.380]Black is the colour of my true love's hair. [01:29.920]Her lips are like a rose so fair. [01:36.650]She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands. [01:43.940]I love the ground whereon she stands. [01:52.130]Oh...whereon she stands... . [01:59.060]Oh...whereon she stands... [02:05.840]Oh...whereon she stands... [02:14.030]Oh...whereon she stands... [02:19.780]Oh...whereon she stands... [02:26.290] [02:29.900]I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep [02:36.830]For satisfied I never will sleep. [02:43.770]I 'll write her a letter, [02:46.740]just a few short lines, [02:50.560]And suffer death ten thousand times. [02:57.870]Black is the colour of my true love's hair. [03:04.350]Her lips are like a rose so fair. [03:11.030]She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands. [03:18.300]I love the ground whereon she stands. [03:25.040]I love the ground whereon she stands. [03:32.300]I love the ground...
