Black Is the Color

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

Love my love and well he knows
I love the ground whereon he goes
And if my love no more I see
My life quickly fade away

Black, black, black is the color etc.

Submitter comment:

This version of Jean Ritchie and Jacob Niles is from southern Appalachia.

Data entry tech comment:

Joan Baez's version of a folksong from southern Appalachia.

Where learned: Joan Baez tape ; southern Appalachia