Chorus
Am Black is the F colour, G of my true love's Am hair,
Her lips are F like G some roses Am fair,
She has the sweetest F smile G, and the gentlest Am hands,
And I love the F ground G where on she Am stands,
Verse 1
I love my F love, G and well she Am knows,
I love the F ground G whereon she Am goes,
I wish the F day G it soon would Am come,
When she and F I G could be as Am one
Verse 2
I go to the F Clyde G and moan and Am weep,
For satisFfied G I ne’er can Am be,
I write her a F letter, G just a few short Am lines,
And I suffer F death G a thousand Am times
Chorus
Am Black is the F colour, G of my true love's Am hair,
Her lips are F like G some roses Am fair,
She has the sweetest F smile G, and the gentlest Am hands,
And I love the F ground G where on she Am stands