Black Is The Colour Lyrics – The Corrs

Black is the color of my true love’s hair.
His lips are like some roses fair
He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
I love the ground whereon he stands.

I love my love and well he knows,
I love the ground whereon he goes,
And I wish the day it soon will come
That he and I will be as one.

I’ll go to the Clyde and I’ll mourn and weep,
For satisfied I’ll ne’er sleep.
I’ll write him a letter, just a few short lines,
I’ll suffer death ten thousand times.
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The Corrs Lyrics – Black Is The Colour

The Corrs

Black Is The Colour