Dark is the Color of My True Love's Hair 
Dark is the color of my true love's hair Her face is like some rose so fair Her slenderest waist, and her neatest hands I love the ground that she walks upon. 
I went to the river to mourn and weep But satisfied I could never be I wrote a letter in a few short lines I died a death a thousand times. 
Then I sat down and I wrote a song I wrote it neat and I wrote it long With every line I shed a tear The last line said, 'Farewell, my dear.' 
So fare thee well, my own true love I thought you were as true as the stars above But a pleasure on earth no more I'd seek I'd never do to you what you did to me. 
The winter has passed and the leaves are green The time has passed since we have been But I hope to God that the day will come When you and I will be as one.  

Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk