Black Is The Color Lyrics - Singles - Espers

( Traditional ) 

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 know ??? 

..... 

I can 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 death one thousand times