Black Is The Color Of My True Love's Hair (Arr. Jeannette Sorrell and Rene Schiffer)
Apollo's Fire
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Black, black, black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are something rosy fair
The brightest eyes and the daintiest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands
I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground whereon she grows
If she on earth no more I see
My life will quickly leave me
The winter is past and the leaves are green
The time has come that we have seen
But still I hope that the time will come
When you and I will be as one
I go to the Clyde to mourn and weep
But satisfied I ne'er can sleep
So I write you a note in a few little lines
I suffer death ten thousand times
Black, black, black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are something rosy fair
The brightest eyes and the daintiest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands