Black is the colour — Clann Lir

A black is the colour of my true love's hair. His face is like some rosy fair, 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.

The winter's passed and the leaves are green The time is passed 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 and weep, But satisfied I could never sleep, I'll write to you a few short lines I'll suffer death ten thousand times.

So fare thee well, my own true love The time has passed, but I wish you well. But still I hope the time will come When you and I shall be as one.

A black is the colour of my true love's hair...