Black Is The Colour Lyrics - Heritage - Celtic Thunder

Black is the colour, of my true loves hair 

her lips are like some roses fair 

she's got the sweetest smile, and the gentlest hands 

and I love the ground, where on she stands 

I love my love, and well she knows 

I love the ground where on she go's, 

I wish the day, it soon would come, when she and I 

could be as one, 

black is the colour, of my true loves hair 

her lips are like some roses fair 

she's got the sweetest smile, and the gentlest hands 

and I love the ground, where on she stands 

I go to the clyde, where I mourne and weep, for satisfied I never could be 

so I write her a letter, just a few short lines, and suffer death, 

a thousand times 

for black is the colour 

of my true loves hair 

her lips are like red roses fair 

she's got the sweetest smile, and the gentlest hands, 

and I love the ground where on she stands, 

black is the colour of my true loves hair 

her lips are like some roses fair 

she's got the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands, 

and I love the ground, where on she stands 

black is the colour, of my true loves hair 

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