black is the color of my true love s hair his face so soft and wondrous fair the purest eyes and the strongest hands i love the ground on where he stands black is the color of my true love s hair of my true love s hair of my true love s hair i love my lover and well he knows yes i love the ground on where he goes but still i hope that the time will come still i pray that the time will come when he and i shall be as one black is the color of my true love s hair black black black
['ambient folk', 'indie folk', 'stomp and holler']