black is the colour

Hmm.

I love this traditional Irish love song... it makes me want to cry everytime I hear it because it is just so melancholy...

Black is the colour of my true love's hair.
Her lips are like a rose so fair.
She's got the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands.
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 whish the day would come
when she and I can be as one.

I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep
satisfied I never will sleep.
I 'll write her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death a thousand times.

I love this song, and the only version I have is the one Gerry gave to me in his CD.. so maybe I'll try and learn it?


Cheers,

Crawldaddy