Scarborough Fair
Celtic Woman
3:13Black is the colour of my true loves hair His lips are like some roses fair He has 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 whereon he goes I wish they day it soon would come When he and I could soon be one Black ist the colour of my true loves hair His lips are like some roses fair He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon he stands I got the Clyde and I mourn and weep For satisfied I ne'er can be I write him a letter just a few short lines And suffer then a thousand times Black is the colour of my true loves hair His lips are like some roses fair He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon he stands