Celtic Thunder - Black Is The Color lyrics

Black is the color of my true love's hair; Her lips are like some roses fair; She's got 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. For black is the color of my true love's hair; Her lips are like some roses fair (Some roses fair); She's got the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands, And I love the ground whereon she stands. I go to Clyde, and I mourn and weep; For satisfied, I never can be. And I write her a letter, just a few short lines; And suffer d**h, a thousand times! For black is the color of my true love's hair; Her lips are like red roses fair (Red roses fair); She's the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands, And I love the ground (ground) whereon she stands! (stands) For black is the color of my true love's hair; Her lips are like red roses fair (Red roses fair); She's the sweetest smile (smile) and the gentlest hands, And I love the ground (ground) whereon she stands! (stands) For black is the color of my true love's hair!