Black Is The Colour
Armin van Buuren Lyrics


Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴  Line by Line Meaning ↴

Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like a rose so fair
She's got the sweetest face 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
And how I wish the day would come
When she and I can be as one

Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like a rose so fair
She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands

I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep
Satisfied I never will sleep
I'll write her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death ten thousand times

Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like a rose so fair




She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands

Overall Meaning

The song "Black Is The Colour" is a traditional folk song that Armin van Buuren has given a contemporary electronic spin to. The lyrics are simple, yet profound, conveying the singer's love and obsession with someone whose hair is black as the night. The opening line itself is arresting - black is a color associated with grief and despair, rather than love, and yet the singer extols its virtues. He then goes on to describe his beloved's physical beauty, highlighting her rosy lips and gentle hands. It is evident from his words that the singer is completely smitten, and his love is pure and unconditional.


The latter half of the song takes on a melancholic tone, as the singer mourns and weeps for his unrequited love. He resolves to put his feelings into words and write a letter to her, even though he knows that it might lead to his death. The final lines capture his unwavering devotion to her, as he repeats his refrain about her black hair and rose-like lips, reinforcing the idea that his love is deep and true, and he will love her forever.


Line by Line Meaning

Black is the colour of my true love's hair
My true love has hair as dark as the colour black.


Her lips are like a rose so fair
My true love's lips are as lovely as a fair rose.


She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands
My true love has both a very kind face and gentle hands.


I love the ground whereon she stands
I greatly adore the earth beneath her feet.


I love my love and well she knows
My love is known for the great passion I have for her.


I love the ground whereon she goes
I greatly cherish the places that my true love goes.


And how I wish the day would come
I dream of the day when my true love and I would be together.


When she and I can be as one
I dream of a day when my true love and I could become unified.


I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep
I go to the Clyde to mourn and cry for my love's absence.


Satisfied I never will sleep
Even though I am tired, I can never be content without my true love.


I'll write her a letter, just a few short lines
I will pen a letter but just very brief to express my unending love for her.


And suffer death ten thousand times
I would be willing to experience death countless times to affirm my love.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: PINA KOLLARS, TRADITIONAL

Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
To comment on or correct specific content, highlight it

Genre not found
Artist not found
Album not found
Song not found
Comments from YouTube:

@JonClark9

best song and DJ ever! what a combo! bet that was a sick night!!!

More Versions