Black Is The Color Lyrics - Heritage - Celtic Thunder

Black is the colorr of my true love's hair 

Her lips are like some roses fair 

She's the sweetest face 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. 

But some times I wish the day will come 

That she and I will be as one 

Black is the color of my true love's hair 

Her lips are like some roses fair 

She's the sweetest face and the gentlest hands. 

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I love the ground whereon she stands 

I walk to the Clyde for to mourn and weep 

But satisfied I never can sleep 

I'll write her a letter, just a few short lines 

And suffer death ten thousand times 

Black is the color of my true love's hair 

Her lips are like some roses fair 

She's the sweetest face and the gentlest hands. 

I love the ground whereon she stands 

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