Musique Celtic

Black is the color Black is the colour of my true love's hair. His lips are like some rosey fair. He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands. And I love the ground where on he stands I love my love and well he knows. I love the ground where on

Near Banbridge town, in the County Down One morning last July Down a bóithrín green came a sweet cailín And she smiled as she passed me by. From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay And from Galway to Dublin town No maid I've seen like the brown cailín That I