Black Is The Colour lyrics
Christy MooreBlack 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
Words & Music: Traditional... more details about the song
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
Covers: Christy Moore (featured), Susan McKeown, Niamh Parsons, Gaelic Storm, Cara Dillon, Grace Griffith, Larry Mathews, The Corrs, Karan Casey, Phil Coulter, Marc Gunn, Lisa Lambe, Celtic Thunder, Brian McFadden, Méav Ní Mhaolchatha...
Other notable versions include: Nina Simone (1964), Joan Baez (1962), Burl Ives (1944), Patty Waters (1965), and Hamish Imlach (1966).
Album by Christy Moore: Live At The Point (September 19, 1994).
