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
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
