Celtic Woman - Black Is The Colour Lyrics

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 touch.
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 touch.
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 a rose so fair.
She has the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.
I love the ground whereon she stands.
I love the ground whereon she stands.
I love the ground whereon she stands.