Black Is The Colour Lyrics

Gaelic Storm Black Is The Colour

Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
The sweetest smile the gentelest hands
I love the ground where on she stands

I live my love and well she knows
I love the ground where on she goes
I hope the day will one day come
When she and i will be as one

Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
The sweetest smile the gentelest hands
I love the ground where on she stands

I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep
For satisfied i never can be
I write her letters, jsut 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
The sweetest smile the gentelest hands
I love the ground where on she stands

I love the ground where on she stands