Black is the Colour - Christy Moore |[Chorus] |[Am] Black is the [F] colour, [G] of my true love's [Am] hair, |Her lips are [F] like [G] some roses [Am] fair, |She has the sweetest [F] smile [G], and the gentlest [Am] hands, |And I love the [F] ground [G] where on she [Am] stands, Verse 1: I love my [F] love, [G] and well she [Am] knows, I love the [F] ground [G] whereon she [Am] goes, I wish the [F] day [G] it soon would [Am] come, When she and [F] I [G] could be as [Am] one Verse 2: I go to the [F] Clyde [G] and moan and [Am] weep, For satis[F]fied [G] I ne’er can [Am] be, I write her a [F] letter, [G] just a few short [Am] lines, And I suffer [F] death [G] a thousand [Am] times |[Chorus] |[Am] Black is the [F] colour, [G] of my true love's [Am] hair, |Her lips are [F] like [G] some roses [Am] fair, |She has the sweetest [F] smile [G], and the gentlest [Am] hands, |And I love the [F] ground [G] where on she [Am] stands