<"black is the color of my true love's hair" (traditional)> 2003-11-02.3:07 p.m. Black is the Color of My True Love's Hair (Traditional) Black is the color of my true love's hair His face so soft and wondrous fair The purest eyes and the strongest hands I love the ground on where he stands Black is the color of my true love's hair Of my true love's hair Oh I love my lover and where he goes yes, I love the ground on where he goes And still I hope that the time will come when he and I will be as one So black is the color of my true love's hair Black is the color of my true love's hair . Black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like some rosy fair The purest eyes and the neatest hands I love the ground whereon she stands I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep But satisfied I never can sleep I'll write to you in a few short lines I'll suffer death ten thousand times I know my love and well she knows I love the grass whereon she goes If she on earth no more I see My life will quickly fade away A winter's past and the leaves are green The time has past that we have seen But still I hope the time will come When you and I will be as one Black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like some rosy fair The purest eyes and the neatest hands I love the ground whereon she stands . Black, black, black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like a rose so fair And the prettiest face and the neatest hands. I love the grass whereon she stands She with the wondrous hair. Black, black, black is the color of my true love's hair Her face is something truly rare. Oh I do love my love and so well she knows I love the ground whereon she goes. She with the wondrous hair. Black, black, black is the color of my true love's hair Alone, my life would be so bare. I would sigh, I would weep, I would never fall asleep My love is 'way beyond compare She with the wondrous hair. Black, black, black is the color of my true love's hair. back /& forth /& frosting names are often sad