Black is the colour
of my true love's hair
His face so soft and wondrous fair
The bluest eyes and the strongest hands
I love the ground on where he stands
Black is the colour of my true love's hair
I love my lover and well he knows
To be with him and where he goes
And if my love I no longer would see
I feel my heart
would cease to beat
For black is the colour of my true love's hair
Black is the colour of my true love's hair
The love he gives I will declare
And how I long for
the time when it comes
When he and I become
undone
And black is the
colour of my true love's hair |