[Chorus]
Black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are something rosy-fair
The prettiest face and the neatest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands

[Verse 2]
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

[Verse 2]
I go to Clyde to mourn and weep
But satisfied, I ne’er can sleep
I'll write to you in a few short lines
I'll suffer death ten thousand times

[Instrumental]

[Verse 3]
Winter’s passed, and leaves are green
The time is that we have seen
Still I hope that the time will come
When you and I will be as one
[Chorus]
Black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are something rosy-fair
The prettiest face and the neatest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands
Black is the color of my true love's hair