Black, black, black is the colour of my true love's hair Her lips are somethin' rosy fair Purest eyes and the neatest hands I love the grass on where she stands I love my lover and well she knows I love the grass on where she goes If she leaves me no more, no more I see My life would quickly leave me Back is the colour of my true love's hair ♪ Black, black, black is the colour of my true love's hair Her lips are somethin' rosy fair Purest eyes and the neatiest hands I love the grass on where she stands Black is the colour of my true love's hair