Black is the color - Joan Baez

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 grass 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.