Black is the Colour of My True Love's Hair

Traditional

             Em           D           Em
Black is the colour of my true love's hair;
             Am             Em
Her lips are like a rose so fair,
             Am                    Em
And my heart sings when I hold her hands.
           Am     (B7)
I love the ground whereon she stands.


We met in the springtime when the world was green,
And love, as true as the world has seen,
Began to grow as we both could see
A love like ours was meant to be.

The spring and the summer, they were light and gay.
When winter came it was cold and grey.
And those were the dark, dark days we knew,
But still our love was strong and true.

Black is the colour of my true love's hair;
Her lips are like a rose so fair,
And my heart sings when I hold her hands.
I love the ground whereon she stands.



Black is the Colour

Traditional

Black, black, black is the colour of my true love's hair;
Her lips are something wondrous fair;
The bluest eyes and the daintiest hands;
I love the grass on where she stands.