Black Is The Colour Of My True Love's Hair

Black is the colour of my true love's hair

His face so soft and wonderous fair

The bluest eyes and the strongest hands

I love the ground on where he stands

I love the ground on where he stands



Black is the colour of my true love's hair

Of my true love's hair

Of my true love's hair



Oh, I love my lover, and well he knows

Yes, I love the ground on where 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

When he and I will be as one



So black is the colour of my true love's hair

Of my true love's hair

Of my true love's hair