近墨者 层林尽染，漫江乌透

BLACK IS THE COLOR OF MY TRUE LOVE’S HAIR

I. The First Version I’ve heard

Black, black, black is the color of my true love’s hair
黑色，是我心上人头发的颜色
His lips are like some rosey fair 他的嘴唇如同玫瑰般润泽
The finest face and the neatest hands 优雅的双手和美好的面庞
I love the ground where on he stands 我钟情于他停留过的每个地方

I love my love and well he knows 我如此爱他而他从来知道
I love the grass where on he goes 我钟情于他经过的每一株青草
If he on earth no more I did see 如果不能再见到他的身影
My life will quickly fade away. 我的生命便会转瞬凋落

I’ll climb up the mountain for to mourn and weep 我将在无人的山峰上哀伤哭泣
For satisfied, I’ll never sleep 为此，彻夜不再休息
I’ll write to you in a few little lines 我为你写下那些隐秘的情话
I’ll suffer death ten thousand times 千百次在死亡的痛苦中挣扎

The winter is past and the leaves are green 严冬就这样过去而绿叶复苏
The time is gone that we have seen 时光的流逝我们历历在目
But still I long for the day to come 而我依然等着那一天的到来
When you and I will be as one. 那一天，我们融为一体

Black, black, black is the color of my true love’s hair
黑色，是我心上人头发的颜色
His lips are like some rosey fair 他的嘴唇如同玫瑰般润泽
The finest face and the neatest hands 优雅的双手和美好的面庞
I love the ground where on he stands 我钟情于他停留过的每个地方

Black, black, black is the color of my true love’s hair
黑色，黑色，黑色。黑色是我心上人头发的颜色。

(translated by inking)

II. Another Version

Black is the color of my true love’s hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetest smile
and the gentlest hands
and I love the ground whereon she stands

I go to the Clyde where I mourn and weep
For satisfied I never can be
And I write her a letter just a few short lines
And I suffer death a thousand times

For black is the color of my true love’s hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetest smile
and the gentlest hands
and I love the ground whereon she stands

I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes
And I wish the day it soon will come
When she and I could be as one

III. The NBest Version by Nina Simone

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
I love the ground on where he stands

Black is the color of my true love’s hair

Oh I love my lover
and where he goes
yes, I love the ground on where he goes
And still I hope
that the time will come
when he and I will be as one
when he and I will be as one

So black is the color of my true love’s hair

Black is the color of my true love’s hair
Black is the color of my love so fair
Black is her body, so firm, so bold
Black is her beauty, her soul of gold I carry my love in my arm
Every everywhere
And no matter where I go
She is always thereI remember how she came to me
In a vision of my mind
I remember how she said to me
Don’t ever look behindShe said: Look ahead,
and I would see, someone is always loving me
Her picture is painted in my memory
Without the color of distain
And no matter where I go
She is always there