Black is the color of my true loves hair lyrics

Black is the color of my true love's hair
His lips are like a rose so fair
He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon he stands

I love my love and well he knows
I love the ground whereon he goes
And how I wish the day would come
When he and I can be as one

Black is the color of my true love's hair
His lips are like a rose so fair
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He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon he stands

I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep
Satisfied I never will sleep
I will write him a letter just a few short lines
And I'd suffer death ten thousand times

Black is the color of my true love's hair

Black is the Color

Author: adapted by John Jacob Niles
Copyright: G. Schinner Music Inc.

Black is the color
of my true love's hair
her lips are like
some roses fair
she's the sweetest smile
and the gentlest hands
and I love the ground
where on she stands

I love my love
and well she knows
I love the ground
where on she goes
if she on earth no more I'll see
My life will quickly fade away

I'll go to the Clyde
and I'll mourne and weep
for satisfied
I'll never be
I'll write her a letter
just a few short lines
and suffer death a 1000 times

Winter's past and the leaves are green
the time has passed that we have seen
but still I hope the time will come
when she and I will be as one

(Not the same version as Christy Moore sings)

The Christy Moore Version
Black is the Colour

Black is the color
of my true love's hair
her lips are like
some roses fair
she's the sweetest smile
and the gentlest hands
and I love the ground
where on she stands

I love my love
and well she knows
I love the ground
where on she goes
I wish the day
It soon would come
When she and I
Could be as one

I go to the Clyde
And I mourne and weep
For satisfied I ne'er can be
I write her a letter
just a few short lines
and suffer death
a thousand times

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Black is the Colour of My True Love's Hair

I love my love and well he knows,
I love the ground whereon he 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 go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep,
But satisfied I never could sleep.
I'll write to you a few short lines,
I'll suffer death ten thousand times.

So fare you well, my own true love
The time has passed, 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 well he knows,
I love the ground whereon he goes.
The prettiest face, the neatest hands,
I love the ground whereon he stands.

Black Is The Colour

Traditional
Capo step 1

Am F G Am
Black is the colour of my true love’s hair.
F G E7
Her lips are like some roses fair
F G E7
She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
F G Am
And I love the ground whereon she stands.

I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes
I wish the day it soon would come
When she and I could be as one

I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep
For satisfied I ne’er can be
I write her a letter just a few short lines
And suffer death a thousand times

Black is the colour of my true love’s hair.
Her lips are like some roses fair
She had the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon she stands.

More Info

I travelled the road with Hamish Imlach in 1967. I stayed in his home and befriended his family. He taught me so much, I was almost his apprentice. At the start of his singing career he was a serious singer and player. As time went by he veered more towards the comedy aspect of his repertoire.

In my view this was to the detriment of his work. He taught many of the emerging players many things,not all of them choose to remember. Those who did not forget include Bert Jansch, Luke Kelly, Jim McCann, Archie Fisher, Rab Noakes and many others too..

This was one of Hamish’s big songs. Every time I sing it he is sitting beside me, I loved him dearly, still do…

"Black is the Color" is a traditional Appalachian folk song of Scottish origin. The original tune of "Black is the Color" was collected by English composer and folk song archivist Cecil Sharp. The tune that is best known today is that assigned to the traditional lyrics by John Jacob Niles. He describes how he came about to write this tune:
"'Black is The Color of My True Love's Hair'...was composed between 1916 and 1921. I had come home from eastern Kentucky, singing this song to an entirely different tune--a tune not unlike the public-domain material employed even today. My father liked the lyrics, but thought the tune was downright terrible. So I wrote myself a new tune, ending it in a nice modal manner. My composition has since been 'discovered' by many an aspiring folk-singer."
A setting of Niles' has been included in George Crumb's Unto the Hills: American Songbook III as well as Italian composer Luciano Berio's Folk Songs.

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