Henrik Norbeck's Song Lyrics

Black Is the Colour of My True Love's Hair

Sheet Music (and more information about this song)

Black is the colour of my true love's hair,
Her lips are like some roses fair,
She's the sweetest smile, and the gentlest hands,
I love the ground, whereon she stands.

I love my love and well she knows,
I love the ground, whereon she goes,
I wish the day, it soon would come,
When she and I will be as one.

I'll go to the Clyde and I'll mourn and weep,
For satisfied, I could never can be,
I'll write her a letter, just a few short lines,
And suffer death, a thousand times.

History: See also #23

See also song #23

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