Black Is The Colour

Black Is The Colour

Gaelic Storm

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

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

I love the ground where on she stands

Written by FRANGLEN, SIMON / JENKINS, KATHERINE / TRADITIONAL,
Published by Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group

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