Black Is The Colour - Gaelic Storm

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