Letras:
Baez Joan De Colores

(Traditional, arr. by J. Baez) [In Colors] De colores, De colores se visten los campos en la primavera. De colores, De colores son los pajaritos que

(Traditional, arr. by J. Baez) [In Colors] De colores, De colores se visten los campos en la primavera. De colores, De colores son los pajaritos que

(Traditional, arr. by J. Baez) [In Colors] De colores, De colores se visten los campos en la primavera. De colores, De colores son los pajaritos que

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

Yellow is the colour of my true love's hair In the morning when we rise, in the morning when we rise That's the time, that's the time I love the best

(Traditional) Black, black, black 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.

Traducción: Joan Baez. Preto é a cor.

the color of the sparkling corn In the morning, when we rise, In the morning, when we rise That's the time That's the time I love the best Blue is the color

(Traditional) Black, black, black 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.