Black Is The Colour
The Corrs · The Works [2007]
His lips are like some roses 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 he goes
How I wish that day would soon come when he and I can be as one
I go to the Clyde and I mourn and wait for satisfied
I never sleep
I write him letter
Just a few short ones and I suffer death then thousand times
Black is the colour of my true love's hair
His lips are like some roses fair
He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground where on he stands
I love the groud where on he stands
I love
I love
I love the ground where on he stands
Black Is The Colour
The Corrs deliver a hauntingly beautiful track on their 2007 album The Works, blending Celtic roots with contemporary pop sensibilities. This recording exemplifies the group's signature ability to weave traditional Irish instrumentation with polished production, creating an atmospheric soundscape that defines their later discography. The song serves as a poignant addition to their broader catalog of emotive ballads, showcasing the band's enduring commitment to melodic depth and lyrical introspection. Released during a period of significant artistic evolution, the track stands as a testament to their skill in merging heritage with modern pop structures, resonating with listeners who appreciate authentic yet accessible musical storytelling.