but black is the color of my true love s hair his face is something wondrous fair the prettiest eyes and the neatest hands i love the ground whereon he stands i love my love and well he knows i love the ground whereon he goes if you on earth no more i see i cain t serve you as you have me now winter s past and the leaves are green the time has passed that we have seen but still i hope the time will come when you and i will be as one i go to the clyde for to mourn to weep but satisfied i never can sleep i ll write to you in a few little lines i ll suffer death ten thousand times but black is the color of my true love s hair his face is somethin wondrous fair the prettiest eyes and the neatest hands i love the ground whereon he stands