Black is the colour of my true love's hair His face so soft and wonderous 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 colour of my true love's hair Of my true love's hair Of my true love's hair
Oh, I love my lover, and well he knows 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 When he and I will be as one
So black is the colour of my true love's hair Of my true love's hair Of my true love's hair