Black Is The Colour lyrics

by Christy Moore

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 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.

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.

Song Details

Black Is The Colour

Words & Music: Traditional... more

First Recording: Mrs Lizzie Roberts in 1916

Brief: The song was first known in the Appalachian Mountains region of the United States in 1915. It was also thought to be an Irish folk song, but the reference to the river Clyde in Scotland gives credence to the fact that it may actually be a Scottish song... no one really knows for sure. There are many different versions of the song, and over the years has become a very popular addition to the repertoire of many Celtic artists.

Category: Folk / Love Song

Popular Celtic Artists: Susan McKeown, Niamh Parsons, Gaelic Storm, Cara Dillon, Grace Griffith, Larry Mathews, The Corrs, Karan Casey, Christy Moore (featured), Phil Coulter, Marc Gunn, Lisa Lambe, Celtic Thunder, Brian McFadden, Méav Ní Mhaolchatha...

Logo Black Is The Colour by Christy Moore is featured on the album Live At The Point (September 19, 1994).

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