Black Is the Color of My True Love's Hair - Judy Collins

Black black black is the color of my true love's hair

His lips are like some rosey fair

The finest face and the neatest hands

I love the ground where on he stands

I love my love and well he knows

I love the grass where on he goes

If he on earth no more I did see

My life will quickly fade away

I'll climb up the mountain for to mourn and weep

For satisfied I'll never sleep

I'll write to you in a few little lines

I'll suffer death ten thousand times

The winter is past and the leaves are green

The time is gone that we have seen

But still I long for the day to come

When you and I will be as one

Black black black is the color of my true love's hair

His lips are like the rosey fair

The finest face and the neatest hands

I love the ground where on he stands

Black black black is the color of my true love's h