Black Is the Colour - Celtic Woman

Black is the colour of my true love's hair

Her lips are like some roses fair

She has the sweetest face 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

And how I wish the day would come

When she and I can be as one

Black is the colour of my true love's hair

Her lips are like some roses fair

She has the sweetest face and the gentlest hands

I love the ground, whereon she stands

I love the ground, whereon she stands

Black is the colour of my true love's hair

Her lips are like rose so fair

She has the sweetest face and the gentlest hands

And I love the ground, whereon she stands

I love the ground, whereon she stands

I love the ground, whereon she stands