Black is the colour of my true love’s hair
His lips are like some roses fair
He’s the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon he stands
I love my love and well he knows
I love the ground where on he goes
How I wish the time would soon come
When he and I can be as one
I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep
for satisfied I’d never sleep
I write him a letter, just a few short lines
And I suffer death ten thousand times
Black is the colour of my true love’s hair
His lips are like some roses fair
He’s the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon he stands
I love the ground whereon he stands
I love, I love, I love the ground where on he stands
I just red one book of ancient Celts and now I understand more why Irish people fight for their independence.I'M from Bosnia and ,we to ,had to fight for centuries for our way of living. Long live free Ireland.
I grew up with celtic music but I always thought my family was Persian do to the fact that that my native language is English but my second language has been farsi since I was a child..... Then mom dropped a bomb shell "you're only half Persian kid. Your other half is Irish. You're yiu are an American, both sides of your family are deeply cultural in every way" now when I hear these songs, I don't just have pieces of childhood flow back into my heart. I also feel connected to mom in ways I never thought I could be, back to her Irish culture and history.
This is an old folk song. Who cares who the hell's version it is !! .. or who wrote the song ! Gaelic Storm does it justice here. I've never heard a band do this so well, and with such passion and with so much beauty.