Black is the color of my true love's hair
Language: English
Black, black is the color of my true love's hair, Her lips are something rosy fair, The pertest face and the daintiest hands I love the grass whereon she stands. I love my love and well she knows, I love the grass whereon she goes; If she on earth no more I see, My life will quickly leave me. I go to Troublesome to mourne, to weep, But satisfied I ne'er can sleep; I'll write her a note in a few little lines, I'll suffer death ten thousand times. Black, black is the color of my true love's hair, Her lips are sometimes rosy fair, The pertest face and the daintiest hands I love the grass whereon she stands.
Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by John Jacob Niles (1892 - 1980), "Black is the color of my true love's hair" [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2005-10-12
Line count: 16
Word count: 119