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