gaelic storm – black is the colour
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tabbed by owen tosh
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Dm A# C Dm
black is the colour of my true love’s hair
A# C Dm A
her lips are like some roses fair
A# C Dm
the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
A# C Dm
i love the ground whereon she stands

A# C Dm
i love my love and well she knows
A# C Dm A
i love the ground whereon she goes
A# C Dm
i hope the day will one day come
A# C Dm
when she and i will be as one

A# C Dm
i go to the clyde for to mourn and weep
A# C Dm A
for satisfied i never can be
A# C Dm
i write her letters , just a few short lines
A# C Dm
and suffer death a thousand times

i prefer to play this song in Am – here’s the transposition :
Dm – – > Am
A# – – > F
C – – > G
A – – > E