"Black Is the Color" as written by Damien George Rice and . Traditional....
Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She's the sweetest face and the gentlest hands
I love the ground wheron she stands

I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes
But some times I whish the day will come
That she and I will be as one

Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She's the sweetest face and the gentlest hands
I love the ground wheron she stands

I walk to the Clyde for to mourn and weep
But satisfied I never can sleep
I'll write her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death ten thousand times


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 wheron she stands

then i sat down and I wrote this song
I wrote it neat I wrote it long
and with every line i shed a tear
and at last i said farewell my dear

so faretheewell my own true love
i love you like the stars above
and if heaven or earth no more i'll see
i'll treat you like you treated me


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"Black Is the Color" as written by . Traditional Damien George Rice

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