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