black is the color

Singer: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.

Lyric Context: black is the color - joan baez