Black Is the Colour of My True Love's Hair

Black is the colour of my true love's hair
His face is something wondrous fair
The kindest eyes and the strongest hands
I love ground on where he stands
I love my love and well he knows
I love the grass whereon he goes
If he on earth no more I see
My life will quickly leave me
Black is the colour of my true love's hair



Credits
Writer(s): Traditional, Harry Roberts
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