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Traditional ballad (Scotland), this version - Christy Moore
picked, capo 1
Black is the Colour
by trad
Intro: [Am, F, G, Am]
( Chorus:
Black is the [F] colour [G] of my true love's [Am] hair,
Her lips are [F] like some [G] roses [E] fair,
She has the sweetest [F] smile, [G] and the gentlest [E] hands,
I love the [F] ground, [G] whereon she [Am] stands. )
I love my love and well she knows,
I love the ground, whereon she goes,
I wish the day, it soon would come,
When she and I could be as one.
this time he skips the chorus
I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep,
For satisfied, I ne'er can be,
I write her a letter, just a few short lines,
And suffer death, a thousand times.
Chorus
For black is the colour of my true love's hair,
Her lips are like some roses fair,
She has the sweetest smile,
And the gentlest hands,
I love the ground, on which she stands.
Ending: [F, G, Am]
( Chorus:
Black is the [F] colour [G] of my true love's [Am] hair,
Her lips are [F] like some [G] roses [E] fair,
She has the sweetest [F] smile, [G] and the gentlest [E] hands,
I love the [F] ground, [G] whereon she [Am] stands. )
I love my love and well she knows,
I love the ground, whereon she goes,
I wish the day, it soon would come,
When she and I could be as one.
this time he skips the chorus
I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep,
For satisfied, I ne'er can be,
I write her a letter, just a few short lines,
And suffer death, a thousand times.
Chorus
For black is the colour of my true love's hair,
Her lips are like some roses fair,
She has the sweetest smile,
And the gentlest hands,
I love the ground, on which she stands.
Ending: [F, G, Am]