Christy Moore Black Is The Colour Lyrics

Black Is The Colour Lyrics

Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses
fair
She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the
ground whereon she stands.

I love my love and well she knows
I love
the ground whereon she goes
I wish the day it soon would come
When she
and I could be as one.

I go the Clyde and I mourn and weep
For
satisfied I never can be
I write her a letter, just a few short lines
And
suffer death a thousand times.

Black is the colour of my true love's
hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetest smile and the
gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon she stands.