Black Is the Color Jean Ritchie

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[Verse 1]
But black is the color of my true love's hair
His face is something wondrous fair
The prettiest eyes and the neatest hands
I love the ground whereon he stands

[Verse 2]
I love my love and well he knows
I love the ground whereon he goes
If you on earth no more I see
I cain't serve you as you have me

[Verse 3]
The winter's passed and the leaves are green
The time has passed that we have seen
But still I hope the time will come
When you and I will be as one

[Verse 4]
I go to the Clyde for to mourn, to weep
But satisfied I never can sleep
I'll write to you in a few little lines
I'll suffer death ten thousand times

[Verse 1]
But black is the color of my true love's hair
His face is somethin' wondrous fair
The prettiest eyes and the neatest hands
I love the ground whereon he stands