Letras
Black, black, black is the colour of my true love's hair
His lips are something wondrous fair
The purest eyes and the bravest hands
I love the ground whereon he stands
Black, black, black is the colour of my true love's hair
I love my love and, well, he knows
I love the ground whereon he goes
And if no more my love I'd see
My life would fade in misery
Black, black, black is the colour of my true love's hair
