Black Is The Colour

 Am         C              G          Am
Black is the colour of my true loves hair
C        F        G           Em
Her lips are like some roses fair
                     F              G       Em
She's the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
       Am        C      G           Am
And I love the ground where on she stands.


Am         C         G       Am
 I love my love and well she knows
 C          F           G      Am
I love the ground where on she goes
 C         F       G         Em
I wish the day it soon would come
 Am          C       G     Am
when she and I could be as one.


(KEY CHANGE IN A ST VERSE, OPTIONAL)

D             G    A               D
I go to the clyde and I mourn and weep
           G  A          D
for satisfied I neer can be
                 G     A                 D              G   A
I write her a letter, just a few short lines and suffer death
             D
a thousand times.