Black Is the Color of My True Love's Hair (Baez Joan)

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.