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Black Is the Colour - Christy Moore

Black is the colour of my true love's hair

Her lips are like some rose so fair

She has 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 might come

When she and I could be as one

I go the Clyde and I mourn and weep

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

And I love the ground whereon she stands