Black Is the Colour - Christy Moore

作词：Traditional

作曲：Traditional

Black is the colour of my true love's hair

Her lips are like some rose so fair

She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands

And I love the ground whereon she stands

I love my love and well she knows

I love the ground whereon she goes

I wish the day it soon might come

When she and I could be as one

I go the Clyde and I 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 has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands

And I love the ground whereon she stands