Black Is The Color Of My True Loves Hair (Jaffa Remix)

Black is the colour of my true loves hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetest smile
and the gentlest hands
And i love the ground where on she stands
I go to the Clyde where i mourn and weep
For satisfied i never can be
I write her a letter, just a few short lines
and suffer death a thousand times

Black is the colour of my true loves hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetest smile
and the gentlest hands
And i love the ground where on she stands

I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground where on she goes
I wish the day it soon would come
when she and i could be as one