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