Christy Moore - 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 smile and the gentlest hands

And I love the ground whereon she stands

I love my love, 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 to the Clyde and mourn and weep

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's the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands

And I love the ground whereon she stands