Celtic Thunder

Black is the color of my true love’s hair Her lips are like some roses fair She’s 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. But some times I wish the day will come…

When you wish upon a star Makes no difference who you are Anything your heart desires Will come to you If your heart is in your dream No request is too extreme When you wish upon a star As dreamers do Fate is kind She brings to those who love The sweet fulfillment of Your…