Black is the color of my true love´s hair - Joan Baez

Black, black, black

Is the color of my true love’s hair

Her lips are like a rose so fair

And the prettiest face and the neatest hands.

I love the grass whereon she stands

She with the wondrous hair.

Black, black, black

Is the color of my true love’s hair

Her face is something truly rare.

Oh I do love my love and so well she knows

I love the ground whereon she goes.

She with the wondrous hair.

Black, black, black

Is the color of my true love’s hair

Alone, my life would be so bare.

I would sigh, I would weep,

I would never fall asleep

My love is 'way beyond compare

She with the wondrous hair.

Black, black, black

Is the color of my true love’s hair