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
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