Black is the color
of my true love's hair
Her lips are like
some
rose of faith She's got the sweetest smile
And the gentlest hands I love the ground whereon she stands
I love my love
and well she knows
That I love the ground
whereon she goes
I
wish the day
it soon might come
When she and I might be as one
Black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like
some rose of faith
She's got the sweetest smile
And the gentlest hands
I love
the ground
whereon she stands
I'll go to the climb
and mourn and weep
We're satisfied,
I never shall be
Write her letter,
just a few short lines
And suffer death
ten thousand times
Black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like
some rose of faith
She's got the sweetest smile
And the gentlest hands
I love the ground
whereon she stands