Black Is The Color - Rosheen

[00:36.07]Black is the color of my true love's hair
[00:44.75]His lips are like some roses fair
[00:53.54]He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands,
[01:02.40]And I love the ground whereon he stands.
[01:11.21]I love my love, and well he knows.
[01:19.97]I love the ground whereon he goes.
[01:28.78]And I wish the day, it soon will come
[01:37.90]When he and I will be as one.
[01:46.77]For black is the color of my true love's hair
[01:55.34]His lips are like some roses fair
[02:04.34]He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands,
[02:13.10]And I love the ground whereon he stands.
[02:27.64]
[02:57.50]I go to the Clyde, to mourn and weep
[03:05.98]For satisfied, I never will be.
[03:14.79] I write him a letter, just a few short lines
[03:23.75]And suffer death, a thousand times!
[03:32.77]For black is the color of my true love's hair
[03:41.38]His lips are like some roses fair
[03:50.69]He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands,
[03:59.00]And I love the ground whereon he stands!
[04:07.92]And I love the ground whereon he stands!