Black is the color of my true love's hair His face so soft and wondrous fair The purest eyes and the strongest hands I love the ground on where he stands I love the ground on where he stands Black is the color 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 color of my true love's hair Of my true love's hair, of my true love's hair
Black is the color of my true love's hair His face so soft and wondrous fair The purest eyes and the strongest hands I love the ground on where he stands I love the ground on where he stands Black is the color 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 color of my true love's hair Of my true love's hair, of my true love's hair
