Celtic Thunder

Celtic Thunder - Black Is The Colour

rate me

Black is the color 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 whereon she stands

I love my love and well she knows

I love the ground whereon she goes.

But some times I wish the day will come

That she and I will be as one

Black is the color 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 whereon 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 color 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 whereon she stands

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