Black is the Color -

Black is the color of my true love’s hair

And her lips are like a rose so fair

I’ve hung her as a curtain in my mother’s room

And I love the smell of her gasping breath

And the sense of loss and the sense of death

Well winter has passed, so the rain is free

And it claws at the roof above me

I sleep beneath her lily face

And breathe in the air that she does displace

I suck in that air without a hint of disgrace

Yes, winter has passed, so the rain is free

Black, black, black is the color of my true love’s hair

And soon, soon, soon I am hoping a child she will bear

Oh, black, black, black, black is the color of my true love’s hair

And soon, soon, soon, soon I am hoping a child she will bear

And black, black, black is the color of my true love’s hair

And soon, soon, soon I am hoping a child she will bear

Black is the color of my true love’s hair

And her lips are like a rose so fair