Black Is the Colour

Black is the color of my true love's hair

His face so soft and wondrous 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 color of my true love's hair

Of my true love's hair

Of my true love's hair

Oh I love my lover

and where he goes

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 ...

So black is the color of my true love's hair

Of my true love's hair

Of my true love's hair