作词 : Christy Moore
作曲 : Christy Moore
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, Whereon she 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 & I could be as one.
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.
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, Whereon she stands.
[00:00.000] 作词 : Christy Moore
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Christy Moore
[00:20.780] Black is the colour of my true love's hair,
[00:28.368] Her lips are like some roses fair,
[00:36.868] She has the sweetest smile, And the gentlest hands,
[00:46.171] I love the ground, Whereon she stands.
[00:52.030]
[00:53.981] I love my love and well she knows,
[01:01.632] I love the ground, whereon she goes,
[01:10.685] I wish the day, it soon would come,
[01:19.806] When she & I could be as one.
[01:27.107]
[01:28.042] I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep,
[01:35.626] For satisfied, I ne'er can be,
[01:44.030] I write her a letter, just a few short lines,
[01:53.166] And suffer death, a thousand times.
[01:59.585]
[02:01.268] Black is the colour of my true love's hair,
[02:09.070] Her lips are like some roses fair,
[02:17.591] She has the sweetest smile, And the gentlest hands,
[02:26.976] I love the ground, Whereon she stands.