Black is the colour of my true love's hair

His face is soft and one rose fair

the purest eyes and the strongest hands

I love the ground whereon he stands 


I love my love, and well he knows

I love the ground whereon he goes

the sweetest face and the strongest hands

I love the ground whereon he stands 


My own true love so fare you well

the time has passed I wish you well

still I hope the time will come

When you and I shall be as one.


Black is the colour of my true love's hair