Black is the colour of my true love's hair

Her face so soft and wonderous fair

The purest eyes and the strongest hands

I love the ground on where she stands

I love the ground on where, on where she stands



Oh, I love my lover, and well she knows 

Yes, I love the ground on where she goes

And still I hope that the time will come

When she and I will be, will be as one

When she and I will be, will be as one

to be oh (?)



So black is the colour of my true love's hair

Her face so soft and wonderous fair

The purest eyes and the strongest hands

I love the ground on where she stands

I love the ground on where, on where she stands



I love the ground on where, on where she stands