Black Is the Color 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.
So black is the color of my true love's hair,
Black is the color of my true love's hair,
Black is the color of my true love's hair.