Black Is the Color of My True Love's Hair

Black, black, black is the color of my true love's hair
His lips are like some rosy fair
The prettiest face and the neatest hands
I love the grass where on he stands

I love my love and this he knows
I love the ground where on he goes
If he no more on earth I see
I'd kept serve him as he has me

Black, black, black is the color of my true love's hair
His lips are like some rosy fair
If he no morе on earth I see
'Twill shall be the еnd of me