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's the sweetest smile, 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,
I wish the day, it soon would come,
When she & I could be as one.
Black is the colour of my true love's hair,
Her lips are like some roses fair,
She's the sweetest smile, And the gentlest hands,
I love the ground, Whereon she stands.
I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep,
For satisfied, I ne'er can be,
I write her a letter, just a few short lines,
And suffer death, a thousand times.
(Guitar)
Black is the colour of my true love's hair,
Her lips are like some roses fair,
She's the sweetest smile, And the gentlest hands,
I love the ground, Whereon she stands.
Traditional ballad (Scotland)
This version - Christy Moore
Key : Am
Chords :
(Am), F, G, Am,
F, G, E,
F, G, E,
F, G, Am
(gd/naas)

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