Black is the colour

Continuamos nuestra colección de canciones con una balada. Como en todas las baladas, en ella se cuentan las bondades de su enamorada. Es una canción de origen supuestamente escocés, pudiendose encontrar una gran variedad de versiones de su letra, dando lugar incluso a interpretaciones dedicadas tanto a una mujer como a un hombre. La letra que os traigo a continuación pertenece a la versión de Christy Moore, uno de los cantantes de folk irlandes mas conocidos.

Letra:

Black is the colour of my true love's hair,
Her lips are like some roses fair,
She's 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.

Black is the colour of my true love's hair,
Her lips are like some roses fair,
She's the sweetest smile, and the gentlest hands,
I love the ground, whereon she stands.

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's the sweetest smile, and the gentlest hands,
I love the ground, whereon she stands.

Aqui la cancion interpretada por el propio Christy Moore:

Otra version interpretada por The Corrs: