Black is the colour of my true love's hair
her lips are like some roses fair
she has the sweetest face
and the gentlest hands
and I love the ground where on she stands
I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground where on she goes
and how I wish the day would come
when she and I can be as one
Black is the colour of my true love's hair
her lips are like some roses fair
she has the sweetest face
and the gentlest hands
and I love the ground where on she stands
I love the ground where on she stands
Black is the colour of my true love's hair
her lips are like a rose so fair
she has the sweetest face
and the gentlest hands
and I love the ground where on she stands
I love the ground where on she stands
I love the ground where on she stands
