Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her face so soft and wonderous fair
The purest eyes and the dearest hands
I love the gra** on where she stands
I love my love and well she knows
I love the gra** on where she goes
And still I hope that time will come
When she and I will be as one
The winter is pa**ed and the leaves are green
The time is pa**ed that we have seen
But still I hope the time will come
That you and I will be as one