Black, black, black is the color of my true love's hair
His eyes are something wondrous fair, the hands on his face and the strong in his hands
I love the ground whereon he stands
Oh, I love my love and well he knows
I love the ground whereon he goes
If you no more on earth I see
I can't serve you as you have me
Black, black, black is the color of my true love's hair
His eyes are something wondrous fair, the hands on his face and the strong in his hands
I love the ground whereon he stands
Summer's gone, winter's passed and the leaves once again are green
The time has passed that we have seen
Still I hope that the time will come when you and I will be as one
