Blue Mountain Black is the color Black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like some rosy fair The purest eyes & the neatest hands I love the ground whereon she stands I know my love & well she knows I love the grass whereon she goes If she on earth no more I see My life will quickly fade away I now go to Clyde to mourn & weep But satisfied I never can sleep I'll write to you in a few short lines I'll suffer death 10,000 times Winter's past & the leaves now again are green The time has passed that we have seen But still I hope the time will come When you & I will be as one 1936 G. Schirmer Music Inc.