Espers - Black is the Color lyrics

Black is the color of my true love's hair His face is like some wondrous fair With the prettiest face and the neatest hands I love the ground whereon he stands I love my love and well he knows I love the ground whereon he goes If you no more on earth I see, I can't serve you as you have me I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep But satisfied I never can sleep I'll write him a letter, just a few short lines I'll suffer d**h one thousand times Black is the color of my true love's hair His face is like some wondrous fair With the prettiest face and the neatest hands I love the ground whereon he stands