Black is the colour of my true love's hair
His face is something wonderous fair
The kindnest eyes and the strongest hands
I love the ground where on he stands
I love my love and well he knows
I love the ground where on he goes
Black is the colour of my true love's hair
His face is something wonderous fair
The kindnest eyes and the strongest hands
I love the ground where on he stands
I love my love and well he knows
I love the ground where on he goes