Black is the Colour
John Jacob Niles
[Chorus]
Black, black, black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are something rosy fair
The prettiest face and the daintiest hands
I love the grass whereon she stands
[Verse 1]
I love my love and, well, she knows
I love the grass whereon she goes
If she on earth no more I see
My life will quickly leave me
[Verse 2]
I go to Troublesome to mourne, to weep
But satisfied I ne'er can sleep
I'll write her a notе in a few little lines
And suffеr death ten thousand times
[Chorus]
Black, black, black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are sometimes rosy fair
The prettiest face and the daintiest hands
I love the grass whereon she stands