Black Is The Color
Joan Baez
Black, black, black is the color of my true loves hair.
His lips are something wond�rous fair,
The purest eyes and the bravest hands.
I love the ground whereon he stands.
Black, black, black is the color of my true loves hair
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 ist the color of my true loves hair.
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