Black is the colour of my true love's hair.
His lips are like a rose so fair.
He's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.
I love the ground where on she stands.

I love my love and well he knows.
I love the ground where on he goes.
And how I wish the day would come
when he and I can be as one.

Black is the colour of my true love's hair.
His lips are like a rose so fair.
He´s got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.
I love the ground where on she stands.

I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep
satisfied I never will sleep.
I 'll write him a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death ten thousand times.

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I love you even when I miss you.

This song makes me think of you. I wish you can hear it one day..

When I feel lonely and I am makingthe dinner/lunch, I close my eys and feel a soft warmth in my back... I wish it is you... But when I look, you are not there. I smile. Because your soul is with me and you are with mine.