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Black, black, black is the color of my true love's hair
His lips are like some rosy fair
The prettiest face and the neatest hands
I love the ground whereon he stands

I love my love and well he knows
I love the grass whereon he goes
If he no more on earth I see
I can't serve he as he has me

I'll climb up the mountains for to mourn and weep
For satisfied, I'll never sleep
I'll write to you in a few little lines
I'll suffer death ten thousand times

The winter is past and the leaves are green
The time is gone that we have seen
But still I long for the day to come
When you and I will be as one

Black, black, black is the color of my true love's hair
His lips are like some rosy fair
If he no more on earth I see
T'will surely be the end of me

Black, black, black is the color of my true love's hair