Black Is The Color Of My True Love's Hair
Black, black, black is the colour of my true love's hair
His lips are something wond'rous fair
The purest eyes and the bravest hands
I love the ground whereon he stands
I love my love and well he knows
I love the ground whereon he goes
And if my love no more I see
My life would quickly fade away
Black, black, black is the colour of my true love's hair
His lips are something wond'rous fair
The purest eyes and the bravest hands
I love the ground whereon he stands
I love my love and well he knows
I love the ground whereon he goes
And if my love no more I see
My life would quickly fade away
Black, black, black is the colour of my true love's hair
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Writer(s): Traditional, Harry Roberts
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