Black is the colour of my true love's hair Her face so soft and wonderous fair The bluest eyes and the gentlest hands I love the ground where on he stands I love the ground where on he stands
Black is the colour of my true love's hair Of my true love's hair Of my true love's hair
I love my lover, and well he knows 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
Black is the colour of my true love's hair Her face so soft and wonderous fair The bluest eyes and the gentlest hands I love the ground where on he stands I love the ground where on he stands
Black is the colour of my true love's hair Of my true love's hair Of my true love's hair