Black is the colour of my true love's hair Her face so soft and wonderous fair The purest eyes and the dearest hands I love the grass on where she stands
I love my love and well she knows I love the grass on where she goes And still I hope that time will come When she and I will be as one
The winter is passed and the leaves are green The time is passed that we have seen But still I hope the time will come That you and I will be as one