[intro]

Black, black, black is the colour of my true love's hair

[verse]

His lips are something wond'rous fair

The purest eyes and the bravest hands

I love the grass whereon he stands

I love my love and well he knows

I love the ground whereon he goes

And if my love no more I see

My life would quickly fade away

[outro]

Black, black, black is the colour of my true love's hair