Black is the Color of My True Love's Hair

(1910)

English composer Cecil Sharp heard this Anglo-American ballad in the Appalachian Mountains in the 1910s and collected it, among many other Anglo and Anglo-American folk songs.

The most well-known tune for "Black is the Color" was written by John Jacob Niles. George Crumb also included "Black is the Color" in his Unto the Hills: American Songbook III.

Black is the Color
Traditional


But black is the color of my true love's hair,
Her face is like some lilly fair,
The prettiest face and the neatest hands,
I love the ground whereon she stands.


I love my love, and well she knows,
I love the ground whereon she goes.
If you no more on earth I see,
I can't serve you as you have me.


The winter's passed and the leaves are green,
The time is passed that we have seen,
But still I hope the time will come
When you and I shall be as one.


I love my love and well she knows,
I love the grass whereon she goes.
The prettiest face and the neatest hands,
I love the ground whereon she stands.


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