Isobel Campbell - Black Is the Colour lyrics

Oh black is the colour of my true love's hair His face is softly, wonder's fair The prettiest eyes 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 You on earth, no more I see I can't serve you as you have me The winter's pa**ed and the leaves are green Time has pa**ed that we have seen But still I hope the time will come When you and I shall be as one I go to the Clyde for to mourn, to weep For satisfied I never can sleep I write to you in a few little lines And suffer d**h ten thousand times Oh black is the colour of my true love's hair His face is soft, wonder's fair The prettiest hopes and the neatest hands I love the ground whereon he stands