Black Is The Colour

x[Verse 1]

        Am           F           G          Am
       black is the colour of my true loves hair
                     F           C      E7
        her lips are like some roses fair
                             F    C                E7
        she had the sweetest smile and the gentelest hands
                       F      G         Am
        and i love the ground whereon she stands


[Verse 2]

       i love my love and well she knows
       i love the ground whereon she goes
       i wish the day it soon would come
       when she and i would be as one


[Verse 3]

       i go to the clyde and i mourn and weep
       for satisfied i ne 'er can be
       i wrote her a letter just a few short lines 
       and suffer death a thousand times


[Verse 4]

        Am           F           G          Am
       black is the colour of my true loves hair
                     F           C      E7
        her lips are like some roses fair
                             F    C                E7
        she had the sweetest smile and the gentelest hands
                       F      G         Am
        and i love the ground whereon she stands