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