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Christy Moore - Black Is The Colour

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Published on May 2, 2008

Black is the colour of my true love's hair,
Her lips are like some roses fair,
She's 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 & I could be as one.
Black is the colour of my true love's hair,
Her lips are like some roses fair,
She's the sweetest smile, And
the gentlest hands,
I love the ground, Whereon she stands.
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.
(Guitar)
Black is the colour of my true love's hair,
Her lips are like some roses fair,
She's the sweetest smile, And
the gentlest hands,
I love the ground, Whereon she stands.
Traditional ballad (Scotland)
This version - Christy Moore
Key : Am
Chords :
(Am), F, G, Am,
F, G, E,
F, G, E,
F, G, Am
(gd/naas)

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