Black Is The Color
Joan Baez · Other Songs - Joan Baez
Is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like a rose so fair
And the prettiest face and the neatest hands.
I love the grass whereon she stands
She with the wondrous hair.
Black, black, black
Is the color of my true love's hair
Her face is something truly rare.
Oh I do love my love and so well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes.
She with the wondrous hair.
Black, black, black
Is the color of my true love's hair
Alone, my life would be so bare.
I would sigh, I would weep,
I would never fall asleep
My love is 'way beyond compare
She with the wondrous hair.
Black, black, black
Is the color of my true love's hair.
Black Is The Color
Joan Baez's "Black Is The Color" stands as a poignant testament to her deep engagement with the civil rights movement and the African American experience. Recorded during a pivotal era of social change, the track reflects Baez's commitment to using her platform to amplify voices of justice and equality. The song's lyrical focus on the dignity and resilience of Black Americans aligns with her broader catalog of politically charged folk music, including works like "Guantanamera" and "For All We Know." Through her distinctive vocal delivery and acoustic arrangements, Baez transforms the narrative into an emotional appeal for solidarity, capturing the spirit of the times without resorting to overt protest slogans. This recording remains a significant example of how folk music served as a vehicle for advocacy and cultural preservation in the mid-20th century.