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 gentlest hands
I love the ground on where he stands
I love my love and well he knows
I love the ground on where he goes
I still I wish that the day would come
When he and I will be as one.
Black is the colour of my true love's hair
His face so soft and wondrous fair
The purest eyes and the gentlest hands
I love the ground on where he stands.