Black is the Colour

Black is the colour of my true love's hair

His face is soft and wondrous fair

He has the purest eyes and the gentlest hands

I love the ground whereon he stands

I love the ground whereon he stands

Black is the color 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 whereon 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 color of my true love's hair

Of my true love's hair

Of my true love's hair