Black Is The Color Songtext
von Jean Ritchie

But black is the color of my true love's hair
His face is something wondrous fair
The prettiest eyes and the neatest hands
I love the ground whereon he stands

I love my love and well he knows
I love the ground whereon he goes
If you on earth no more I see
I can't serve you as you have me


The winter's past and the leaves are green
The time is passed that we have seen
But still I hope the time will come
When you and I will be as one

I go to the clyde for to mourn to weep
But satisfied would I never can sleep
I'll write to you in a few little lines
I'll suffer death ten thousand times

But black is the color of my true love's hair
His face is something wondrous fair
The prettiest eyes and the neatest hands
I love the ground whereon he stands