Black is the Color of My True Love's Hair

Southern Appalachian

face

Black

is

the

of

my

true

love's

hair. Her

col - or

is

fair.

The clear - est eyes and the

some - thing won - drous

dear est

the

hands, I

love

stands.

grass where- on she

Black is the color of my true love's hair. Her face is something wondrous fair. The clearest eyes and the dearest hands, I love the grass whereon she stands. I Iove my love and well she knows I love the grass whereon she goes. And still I hope the time will come When she and I will be as one. Black is the color of my true love's hair. Her face is something wondrous fair. The clearest eyes and the dearest hands, I love the grass whereon she stands.