Black Is the Color of My True Love's Hair

Black Is the Color of My True Love's Hair - Carolyn Hester/Bob Dylan

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

His lips are something 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 see

My life will quickly fade away

I go to the Clyde to mourn to weep

But satisfied I never can sleep

I'll write her a letter in a few little lines

I'll suffer death ten thousand times

Black is the color of my true love's hair

His lips are something one roses fair

The finest face and the neatest hands

I love the grounds where on he stands

Black black black