Dark is the Color of My True Love's Hair
Dark is the color of my true love's hair
Her face is like some rose so fair
Her slenderest waist, and her neatest hands
I love the ground that she walks upon.
I went to the river to mourn and weep
But satisfied I could never be
I wrote a letter in a few short lines
I died a death a thousand times.
Then I sat down and I wrote a song
I wrote it neat and I wrote it long
With every line I shed a tear
The last line said, 'Farewell, my dear.'
So fare thee well, my own true love
I thought you were as true as the stars above
But a pleasure on earth no more I'd seek
I'd never do to you what you did to me.
The winter has passed and the leaves are green
The time has passed since we have been
But I hope to God that the day will come
When you and I will be as one.