Letras
Black, black, black is the colour of my true love's hair
His lips are something wonderful
The purest eyes and the bravest hands
I love the gound where on he stands
I love my love and well he knows
I love the ground where on he goes
If him on earth no more I see
My life will quickly fade of me
I now go to Clyde to mourn and weep
For satisfied I not come sleep
I'll write to you in a few short lines
I suffer death ten thousand lines
Winter's past, the leaves are green
The time has passed, oh, we have seen
But still I hope the time will come
When you and I will be as one
Black, black, black
Is the colour of my true love's hair