LT 44 Black Is The Color Of My True Love's Hair (Lordís Version)
                                             Traditional

Black is the color of my true love's hair 
Her lips are like some rosy fair 
The purest eyes and the neatest hands 
I love the ground whereon she stands 

I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep 
But satisfied I never can sleep 
I'll write to you in a few short lines 
I'll suffer death ten thousand times 

I know my love and well she knows 
I love the grass whereon she goes 
If she on earth no more I see 
My life will quickly fade away 

A winter's past and the leaves are green 
The time has past that we have seen 
But still I hope the time will come 
When you and I will be as one 

Black is the color of my true love's hair 
Her lips are like some rosy fair 
The purest eyes and the neatest hands 
I love the ground whereon she stands 

Performer(s) Whistler McEwan