BLACK IS THE COLOR OF MY TRUE LOVE’S HAIR
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Black is the Color of My True Love’s Hair
D But Black is the color of my A7 true love’s D hair.
His face is Dm like some C rosy D fair,
The prettiest Dm face and the C neatest D hands,
I love the D ground where A7 on he D stands.
1. But Black is the the Color of my true love’s hair.
His face is like some rosy fair,
The prettiest face and the neatest hands,
I love the ground where on he stands.
2. I love my love and well he knows,
I love the ground whereon he goes,
If you no more on earth I see,
I can’t serve you as you have me.
3. The winter’s passed and the leaves are green,
The time is passed that we have seen,
But still I hope the time will come
When you and I shall be as one.
4. I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep,
But satisfied I never could sleep.
I’ll write to you a few short lines,
I’ll suffer death ten thousand times.
5. So fare you well, my own true love
The time has passed, but I wish you well.
But still I hope the time will come
When you and I will be as one.
6. I love my love and well he knows,
I love the ground whereon he goes.
The prettiest face, the neatest hands,
I love the ground whereon he stands.