Black, black, black is the color of my true loves hair. His lips are something wond´rous fair, The purest eyes and the bravest hands. I love the ground whereon he stands. Black, black, black is the color of my true loves hair I love my love and well he knows, I love the ground whereon he goes And if my love no more I see, My life would quickly fade away. Black, black, black ist the color of my true loves hair. Tabs: Em, D, Am
