Bluehorses - Black Is The Colour lyrics

Black is the colour of my true loves hair. Her lips are like a rose so fair. She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands. I love the ground whereon she stands. I love my love and well she knows. I loves the ground whereon she goes. And how I wish the time would come, when she and I will be as one. I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep. Satisfied I never will sleep. I write her a letter, just a few short lines. And suffer d**h Ten Thousand Times...