black is the color of my true love's hair
Singer:collins, judy
black is the color of my true love's hair
his lips are like some rosey fair
the finest face and the neatest hands
i love the ground where on he stands
i love my love and well he knows
i love the grass where on he goes
if he on earth no more i did see
my life will quickly fade away. i'll climb up the mountain for to mourn and weep
i'll write to you in a few little lines
i'll suffer death ten thousand times
the winter is past and the leaves are green
the time is gone that we have seen
but still i long for the day to come
when you and i will be as one. black
black is the color of my true love's hair
his lips are like the rosey fair
the finest face and the neatest hands
i love the ground where on he stands
black is the color of my true love's hair