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Black Is The Color Of My True Love's Hair - Judy Collins
Black black black is the color of my true love's hair
His lips are like some rosey fair
The finest face and the neatest hands
I love the ground where on he stands
I love my love and well he knows
I love the grass where on he goes
If he on earth no more I did see
My life will quickly fade away
I'll climb up the mountain for to mourn and weep
For satisfied I'll never sleep
I'll write to you in a few little lines
I'll suffer death ten thousand times
The winter is past and the leaves are green
The time is gone that we have seen
But still I long for the day to come
When you and I will be as one
Black black black is the color of my true love's hair
His lips are like the rosey fair
The finest face and the neatest hands
I love the ground where on he stands
Black black black is the color of my true love's hair
