Gaelic Storm - Black is the Colour lyrics

Now, black is the color of
My true love's hair
Her lips are like, some roses fair
The sweetest smile, and the gentlest hands
I love the ground, where on she stands

I love 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
Now, black is the color of
My true love's hair
Her lips are like, some roses fair
The sweetest smile, and the gentlest hands
Oh, I love the ground, where on she stands

I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep
For satisfied, I never can be
I write her letters, just a few short lines
And suffer death, a thousand times

Now, black is the color of
My true love's hair
Her lips are like, some roses fair
The sweetest smile, and the gentlest hands
I love the ground, where on she stands
I love the ground, where on she stands