Track 10. (Traditional, Arranged Niamh Parsons and Graham Dunne).
Black is the colour of my true love’s hair,
Her lips are like some roses 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 where on she goes,
And I wish the day it soon might come,
When she and I can be as one.
I’ll go to the Clyde and I’ll mourn and weep,
Where satisfied I ne’er shall be,
I write her a letter just a few short lines,
Then suffer death a thousand times.
Chorus: Black is the colour……….
Then I sat down and I wrote this song,
I wrote it neat and I wrote it long,
And with every line I shed a tear,
And at last I said Farewell my dear.
So fare thee well my own true love,
I love you like the stars above,
And if heaven or earth, or more I see,
I’ll ne’er treat you like you treated me.
Chorus: Black is the colour ………….