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
