Joan Baez — Black Is The Colour

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