Black Is the Color
TRAD
Black, black is the colour
Of my true love's hair
Her lips are like two roses fair
With the prettiest face and the neatest hands
I love the ground where she stands
I love the ground where she stands
I love my love and will she know
I love the ground where she goes
If she no more on earth I see
My life would quickly fade away
My life would quickly fade away
Black, black is the colour
Of my true love's hair
Black, black is the colour
Of my true love's hair
