Black Is The Colour Of My True Love's Hair

Black is the colour of my true love's hair

Her face so soft and wondrous fair

The purest eyes and the neatest hands

I love the ground whereon she stands

Black is the colour of my true love's hair

Of my true love's hair

Of my true love's hair

I love my lover well, she knows

I love the ground on where she goes

But still I hope the time will come

When she and I will be as one

Black is the colour of my true love's hair

Of my true love's hair

Of my true love's hair