Black, black, black Is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like a rose so fair And the prettiest face and the neatest hands. I love the grass whereon she stands She with the wondrous hair. Black, black, black Is the color of my true love's hair Her face is something truly rare. Oh I do love my love and so well she knows I love the ground whereon she goes. She with the wondrous hair. Black, black, black Is the color of my true love's hair Alone, my life would be so bare. I would sigh, I would weep, I would never fall asleep My love is 'way beyond compare She with the wondrous hair. Black, black, black Is the color of my true love's hair
Black, black, black Is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like a rose so fair And the prettiest face and the neatest hands. I love the grass whereon she stands She with the wondrous hair. Black, black, black Is the color of my true love's hair Her face is something truly rare. Oh I do love my love and so well she knows I love the ground whereon she goes. She with the wondrous hair. Black, black, black Is the color of my true love's hair Alone, my life would be so bare. I would sigh, I would weep, I would never fall asleep My love is 'way beyond compare She with the wondrous hair. Black, black, black Is the color of my true love's hair
