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.