Black is the color of my true love’s hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
With the sweetest eyes, the gentlest hands
I love the ground where on she stands
I love my love, and will she know?
I love the ground where on she goes
I write her a letter, just a few short lines
I suffer death a thousand times
I sit up in the night and write her a song
I write it sweet and true and strong
Lift all the tears with every line
And at last, my love is mine
I love my love, and will she know?
I love the ground where on she goes
I write her a letter, just a few short lines
I suffer death a thousand times
Black is the color of my true love’s hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
The sweetest eyes, the gentlest hands
I love the ground where on she stands