Christy Moore - Black Is the Colour of My True Love's Hair lyrics
[Christy Moore - Black Is the Colour of My True Love's Hair 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
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
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