Lyrics

Black is the colour of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair She has the sweetest face and the gentlest hands And I love the ground, whereon she stands I love my love and well she knows I love the ground whereon she goes And how I wish the day would come When she and I can be as one Black is the colour of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair She has the sweetest face and the gentlest hands I love the ground, whereon she stands I love the ground, whereon she stands Black is the colour of my true love's hair Her lips are like rose so fair She has the sweetest face and the gentlest hands And I love the ground, whereon she stands I love the ground, whereon she stands I love the ground, whereon she stands