In honor of Joan Baez

Rose with raindrops
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Black, black, black is the colour of my true love's hair.

His lips are something wond'rous fair

The purest eyes and the bravest hands.

I love the grass whereon he stands.

I love my love and well he knows,

I love the ground whereon he goes

And if my love no more I see

my life would quickly fade away.

Black, black, black is the colour of my true love's hair.

by Joan Baez