Black, black, black is the color of my true love's hairHis eyes are something wondrous fair, the hands on his face and the strong in his handsI love the ground whereon he standsOh, I love my love and well he knowsI love the ground whereon he goesIf you no more on earth I seeI can't serve you as you have meBlack, black, black is the color of my true love's hairHis eyes are something wondrous fair, the hands on his face and the strong in his handsI love the ground whereon he standsSummer's gone, winter's passed and the leaves once again are greenThe time has passed that we have seenStill I hope that the time will come when you and I will be as one
