Black Is the Color (of My True Love's Hair)

John Jacob Niles

Originale

La versione di Nina Simone.

BLACK IS THE COLOR (OF MY TRUE LOVE'S HAIR) But Black is the colour of my true love's hair. His face is like some rosy fair, The prettiest face 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 no more on earth I see, I can't serve you as you have me. The winter's passed 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 shall be as one. I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep, But satisfied I never could sleep. I'll write to you a few short lines, I'll suffer death ten thousand times. So fare you well, my own true love The time has passed, but I wish you well. But still I hope the time will come When you and I will be as one. I love my love and well he knows, I love the ground whereon he goes. The prettiest face, the neatest hands, I love the ground whereon he stands.

BLACK IS THE COLOR OF MY TRUE LOVE'S HAIR Black is the color of my true love's hair His face so soft and wondrous fair The purest eyes And the strongest hands I love the ground on where he stands I love the ground on where he stands Black is the color of my true love's hair Oh I love my lover And where he goes Yes, I love the ground on where he goes And still I hope That the time will come Still I pray that the time will come When he and I will be as one When he and I will be as one Black is the color of my true love's hair