Black Is The Color - Celtic Thunder
Black is the color of my true love's hair;
Her lips are like some roses fair;
She's got 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
For black is the color of my true love's hair;
Her lips are like some roses fair roses fair);
She's got the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon she stands
I go to Clyde and I mourn and weep;
For satisfied I never can be
And I write her a letter just a few short lines;
And suffer death a thousand times
For black is the color of my true love's hair;
Her lips are like red roses fair roses fair);
She's the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon she stands
For black is the color of my true love's hair;
Her lips are like red roses fair roses fair);
She's the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon she stands
For black is the color of my true love's hair