Black Is the Colour－Brian McFadden
Black is the colour of my true loves 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 he knows
I love the ground whereon he goes
I wish that day soon would come
When he and I can be as one
I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep
For satisfied I never sleep
I write him letters just a few short lines
And I suffer death a thousand times
Black is the colour
Black is the colour
Of my true loves hair
Of my true loves hair
Her lips are like
Lips are like
Some roses fair some roses fair
The sweetest smile
He has the sweetest smile
And the gentlest hands
And the gentlest hands
And I love the ground
I love the ground
Whereon she stands
Whereon he stands
Black is the colour of my true loves h
Black Is the Colour－Brian McFadden
Black is the colour of my true loves 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 he knows
I love the ground whereon he goes
I wish that day soon would come
When he and I can be as one
I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep
For satisfied I never sleep
I write him letters just a few short lines
And I suffer death a thousand times
Black is the colour
Black is the colour
Of my true loves hair
Of my true loves hair
Her lips are like
Lips are like
Some roses fair some roses fair
The sweetest smile
He has the sweetest smile
And the gentlest hands
And the gentlest hands
And I love the ground
I love the ground
Whereon she stands
Whereon he stands
Black is the colour of my true loves h
