Black is the colour of my true love's hair

His face so soft and wondrous fair

The purest eyes and the gentlest hands

I love the ground on where he stands

I love  the ground on where he stands

I love my love and well he knows

I love the ground on where he goes

I still I wish that the day would come

When he and I will be as one

Black is the colour of my true love's hair

His face so soft and wondrous fair

The purest eyes and the gentlest hands

I love the ground on where he stands

I love the ground on where he stands