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 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 would come
When she and I could be as one.

I go the Clyde and I mourn and weep
For 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.

Songwriter(s): Caroline Corr, Cara Dillon, Sharon Corr, Katherine Jenkins, James Corr, Simon Franglen, Sam Lakeman, Andrea Jane Corr, Luka Bloom, Paul John Weller
Copyright: Emi Music Publishing Ltd., Songs Of Polygram Int. Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing (Uk) Limited, Luka Bloom Music, Rough Trade Musi
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