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
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 satisFfied 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