Tekst+2+Black

=Black is the Color of My True Love's Hair=

Black, black black, is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are something wondrous fair The purest eyes and the neatest hands I love the ground whereon she stands

I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep But satisfied I never can sleep I'll write to you in a few short lines I'll suffer death ten thousand times

I know 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 fade away

A winter's past and the leaves are green The time has past that we have seen But still I hope the time will come When you and I will be as one

(Joan Baez synger denne der she er byttet ut med he, sog her med his.)