Karaoké Black Is the Colour (live in Dublin) Christy Moore

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

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

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

I love the ground whereon she stands

I go to 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

I love the ground whereon she stands