Traditional
Black is the Color
[Chorus]
Black, black, black is the color
Of my true love's hair
His lips are something wonderous there
The purest eyes
And the bravest hands
I love the ground on where he stands
[Verse 1]
I love my love
And well he knows
I love the ground on where he goes
And if my love
No more I see
I-I would quickly fade away
[Chorus]
Black is the color
Of my true love's hair