Black Is the Color
PAUL JOHN WELLER
Black is the color of my true love's hair
His face is soft and wondrous fair
He has the purest eyes and the gentlest hands
I love the ground whereon he stands
I love the ground whereon he stands
Black is the color of my true love's hair
Of my true love's hair
Of my true love's hair
I love my lover and well he knows
I love the ground whereon he goes
And still I hope that the time will come
When he and I will be as one
When he and I will be as one
Black is the color of my true love's hair
Of my true love's hair
Of my true love's hair