Black Is the Colour

Black is the colour of my true love's hair
His face so soft and wondrous fair
The purest eyes and the strongest hands
I love the ground on where he stands
I love the ground on where he stands
Black ist the colour of my true love's hair
Of my true love's hair
Of my true love's hair

Oh, I love my lover and well he knows
Yes, I love the ground on where he goes
And still I hope that the time will come
When he and I will be as one
When he and I will be as one
When he and I will be as one
So, black ist the colour of my true love's hair
Of my true love's hair
Of my true love's hair