Текст песни Black Is the Colour - Celtic Thunder

Black is the colour, of my true loves hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She's got the sweetest smile, and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground, where on she stands
I love my love, and well she knows
I love the ground where on she go's,
I wish the day, it soon would come, when she and I
Could be as one,
Black is the colour, of my true loves hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She's got the sweetest smile, and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground, where on she stands
I go to the clyde, where I mourne and weep, for satisfied I never could be
So I write her a letter, just a few short lines, and suffer death,
A thousand times
For black is the colour
Of my true loves hair
Her lips are like red roses fair
She's got the sweetest smile, and the gentlest hands,
And I love the ground where on she stands,
Black is the colour of my true loves hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She's got the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands,
And I love the ground, where on she stands
Black is the colour, of my true loves hair