Black Is the Color - Live

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 could burst
And still I feel the strongest urge
I love my love and he loves me
And to my soul he owns the key
I have his heart and he has mine
I've kissed 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 could burst
And still I feel the strongest urge
I love my love and he loves me
And to my soul he owns the key
I have his heart and he has mine
I've kissed his mouth ten thousand times
Black is the color
Black is the color
Black is the color of my true love's hair