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