Joan baez

Black is the color

Joan baez
Black, black, black
Is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like a rose so fair
And the prettiest face and the neatest hands
I love the grass whereon she stands
She with the wondrous hair

Black, black, black
Is the color of my true love's hair
Her face is something truly rare
Oh I do love my love and so well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes
She with the wondrous hair

Black, black, black
Is the color of my true love's hair
Alone, my life would be so bare
I would sigh, I would weep
I would never fall asleep
My love is 'way beyond compare
She with the wondrous hair
Black, black, black
Is the color of my true love's hair

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