Black is the colour of my true love's hair
His face is soft and one rose fair
the purest eyes and the strongest hands
I love the ground whereon he stands

I love my love, and well he knows
I love the ground whereon he goes
the sweetest face and the strongest hands
I love the ground whereon he stands

My own true love so fare you well
the time has passed I wish you well
still I hope the time will come
When you and I shall be as one.

Black is the colour of my true love's hair