Black Is The Color - Rhiannon Giddens

Black is the color of my true love’s hair

His lips are like some rosy fair

The sweetest face and the neatest hands

I love the ground where on he stands

Soft is the feel of my true love’s skin

And strong the arms he folds me in

The clearest eyes and the truest heart

He lets me stop before I start

I love my love, and well he knows

I love his love and love it grows

Until I know that I would burst

And still I feel the strongest thirst

I love my love and he loves me

To my soul, he owns the key

I have his heart and he has mine

I’ll kiss his mouth ten thousand times

Black is the color of my true love’s hair

His lips are like some rosy fair

The sweetest face and the neatest hands

I love the ground where on he stands

I love my love, and well he knows

I love his love and love it grows

Until I know that I would burst

And still I feel the strongest thirst

I love my love and he loves me

To my soul, he owns the key

I have his heart and he has mine

I’ll kiss his mouth ten thousand times

Black is the color, black is the color

Black is the color of my true love’s hair