Black Is the Color (of My True Love's Hair)
John Jacob Niles| Original | La versione cantata da Emile Latimer |
| BLACK IS THE COLOR (OF MY TRUE LOVE'S HAIR) But Black is the colour of my true love's hair. His face is like some rosy fair, The prettiest face and the neatest hands, I love the ground whereon he stands. 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. 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. 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. 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. 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. | 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 love, so fair Black is her body, so firm, so bold Black is her beauty, her soul of gold I carry my love in my heart Every… everywhere And no matter where I go She is always there I remember how she came to me In a vision of my mind I remember how she said to me: “Don’t ever look behind” She said: “Look ahead”, and I would see Someone always loving me… Her picture is painted in my memory Without a color of despair And no matter where I go She is always there |
