Black is the Colour – Damien Rice – letras

Black is the colour of my true love’s hairHer lips are like some rosy fairShe has the sweetest smile and the gentlest handsAnd I love the ground whereon she standsI love my love and well she knowsI love the ground whereon she goesI go the Clyde and I mourn and weepShiny I can never beBlack is the colour of my true love’s hairHer lips are like some rosy fairShe has the sweetest smile and the gentlest handsAnd I love the ground whereon she standsAnd I love the ground whereon she standsAnd I love the ground whereon she standsAnd I love the ground whereon she standsAnd I love the ground whereon she stands