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Traditional ballad (Scotland), this version - Christy Moore
picked, capo 1
Black is the Colour
by trad
Intro:
( Chorus:
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.
this time he skips the chorus
I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep,
For satisfied, I ne'er can be,
I write her a letter, just a few short lines,
And suffer death, a thousand times.
Chorus
For 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, on which she stands.
Ending:
( Chorus:
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.
this time he skips the chorus
I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep,
For satisfied, I ne'er can be,
I write her a letter, just a few short lines,
And suffer death, a thousand times.
Chorus
For 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, on which she stands.
Ending: