Black Is the Color - Pete Seeger

Black is the color of my true love’s hair

His face is like roses so fair

He’s the prettiest face

And the neatest of hands

I love the ground on where he stands

Oh I love my love

And this he knows

I love the ground on whereon he goes

If you no more on earth I see

I can’t serve you as you have me

The winters 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 will be as one

I go to the Clyde to mourn and weep

But satisfied I never could sleep

I write you a letter

Just a few short lines

I’ll suffer death ten thousand times

So fare you well my ain’t 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 this she knows

I love the ground whereon he goes

He’s the prettiest face and the neatest of hands

I love the ground were on he stands