[id:$00000000] [ar:] [ti:] [by:] [00:05.13]Black is the colour [00:07.44]Of my true love's hair [00:12.45]Her lips are like some roses fair [00:19.59]She has the sweetest smile [00:22.71]And the gentlest hands [00:25.41]And I love the ground where on she stands [00:43.05]I go to the Clyde [00:45.99]Where I mourn and weep [00:51.48]For satisfied I never can be [01:06.78]I write her a letter [01:20.31]Just a few short lines [01:30.90]And suffer death a thousand times [01:39.21]Black is the colour of my true love's hair [01:48.87]Her lips are like some roses fair [01:52.65]She has the sweetest smile [01:58.92]And the gentlest hands [02:00.93]And I love the ground where on she stands [02:05.82]I love my love and well she knows [02:08.52]I love the ground where on she goes [02:12.18]And I wish the day it soon would come [02:13.35]When she and I could be as one