Black Is The Colour Of My True Love's Hair

Black is the colour of my true love's hair
His face is soft and one rose fair
the purest eyes and the strongest hands
I love the ground whereon he stands

I love my love, and well he knows
I love the ground whereon he goes
the sweetest face and the strongest hands
I love the ground whereon he stands

My own true love so fare you well
the time has passed I wish you well
still I hope the time will come
When you and I shall be as one.

Black is the colour of my true love's hair