Black, black, black is the colour of my true love`s hair.
His lips are something wond`rous fair
The purest eyes and the bravest hands.
I love the grass whereon he stands.
I love my love and well he knows,
I love the ground whereon he goes
And if my love no more I see
my life would quickly fade away.
Black, black, black is the colour of my true love`s hair.
