Irish Folksongs 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's the sweetest face and the gentlest hands

I love the
ground wheron she stands



I love my love and well she knows

I
love the ground whereon she goes

But some times I whish the day will
come

That she and I will be as one



Black is the colour of my
true love's hair

Her lips are like some roses fair

She's the
sweetest face and the gentlest hands

I love the ground wheron she
stands



I walk to the Clyde for to mourn and weep

But
satisfied I never can sleep

I'll write her a letter, just a few short
lines

And suffer death ten thousand times



Black is the
colour of my true love's hair

Her lips are like some roses fair

She's the sweetest face and the gentlest hands

I love the ground
wheron she stands