Black Is The Colour

Black is the colour of my true loves hair
Her face so soft and wondrous fair
The clearest eyes and the dearest hands
I love the grass whereon she stands
I love my love and well she knows
I love the grass whereon she goes
And still I hope the time will come
When she and I will be as one
The winter is past and the leaves are green
The time is past that we have seen
But still I hope the time will come
That you and I will be as one