Black Is The Color Of My True Love's Hair

Black is the color of my true love’s hair His face so soft and wondrous fair The purest eyes And the strongest hands I love the ground whereon he stands The winter’s passed and the leaves are green The time is passed that we have seen But still I hope the time will come When you and I shall be as one I love my love and well he knows I love the ground whereon he goes The prettiest face and the neatest hands I love the ground whereon he stands Black black black black black is the color of my true love’s hair