Black Is the Color
Black, black, black is the color of my true love's hair
His face is something wondrous fair
The clearest eyes and the strongest hands
I love the ground where on he stands
I love my love, and well he knows
I love the ground whereon he goes
If he no more on earth would stay
My life would quickly fade away
I love my love, and well he knows
I love the ground whereon he goes
And still I hope the time will come
When he and I will be as one
Black, black, black is the color of my true love's hair
His face is something wondrous fair
The clearest eyes and the strongest hands
I love the ground where on he stands
Autor(es): DAMIEN GEORGE RICE, . TRADITIONAL
