Christy Moore
black is the colour
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.
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.
I go 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
And I love the ground whereon she stands.
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- Lily
- Listen
- Graffiti Tongue
- Smoke and Strong Whiskey
- Ordinary Man
- Ride On
- The Time Has Come
- Live In Dublin
- Miscellaneous
- Live At The Point
- Burning Times
- Non-Album Releases
- Live At The Point 2006
- Live In Dublin 2006
- H-Block
- Folk Tale
- Folk Awards 2012
- The Hardy Bucks Album
- Where I Come From
- Die Hit Giganten Best of Keltica