Brian:
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 where on she stands.

Sinéad:
I love my love and well he knows
I love the ground where on he goes
I wish the day soon would come
When he and I will be as one

All:
I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep
For satisfied I never can meet
I'll write her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death a thousand times

guitar solo

Brian(Sinéad):
Black is the colour(black is the colour)
Of my true love's hair(of my true love's hair)
Her lips are like(ohhh his lips are like) some roses fair (some roses fair)
The sweetest smile(his sweetest smile) and the gentlest hands (and the gentlest hands)
And I love the ground (I love the ground) where on she stands (where on he stands)
Black is the colour of my true love's hair (black is the colour of my true love's hair)