Pete Seeger - Black Is the Color lyrics

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 pa**ed and the leaves are green The time is pa**ed 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 d**h ten thousand times. So fare you well my ain't true love The time has pa**ed 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.