Black Is the Colour

Am G Am Black is the colour of my true love's hair, Am G C Her lips are like some roses fair, Am C G She has the sweetest face and the gentlest hands, Am E7 Am I love the ground whereon she stands. Am G Am I love my love and well she knows, Am G C I love the ground whereon she goes, Am C G And if my love no more I see, Am E7 Am My life would quickly fade away. Am G Am I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep, Am G C For satisfied I ne'er can be, Am C G I write her a letter, just a few short lines, Am E7 Am And suffer death a thousand times.