Black, black, black is the colour of my true love's hair
His lips are something rosy fair
The sweetest smile and the kindest hands
I love the gra** whereon he stands
(Where on he stands)
I love my love and well, he knows
I love the gra** whereon he goes
If he no more on earth will be
'Twill surely be the end of me, end of me
('Twill surely be the end of me)
(If music be the food of love,
Sing on, sing on till I am fill'd with joy)
If music be the food of love,
Sing on, sing on till I am fill'd with joy
(For then my list'ning soul you move
To pleasures that can never cloy)
For then my list'ning soul you move
To pleasures that can never cloy
(Your eyes, your mien, your tongue declare
That you are music ev'rywhere)
Your eyes, your mien, your tongue declare
That you are music ev'rywhere
(Pleasures invade both eye and ear
So fierce the transports are, they wound)
Pleasures invade both eye and ear
So fierce the transports are, they wound
And all my senses feasted are
Tho' yet the treat is only sound
Sure I must perish by your charms
Unless you save me in your arms
Black, black, black is the colour of my true love's hair
His lips are something rosy fair
The sweetest smile and the kindest hands
I love the gra** whereon he stands
(Where on he stands)
I love my love and well, he knows
I love the gra** whereon he goes
If he no more on earth will be
'Twill surely be the end of me, end of me
('Twill surely be the end of me)
(Your eyes, your mien, your tongue declare
That you are music ev'rywhere
Pleasures invade both eye and ear
So fierce the transports are, they wound
And all my senses feasted are
Tho' yet the treat is only sound
Sure I must perish by your charms
Unless you save me in your arms
Unless you save me in your arms)