Black is the colour Of my true love's hair Her lips are like A rose so fair She's got the sweetest smile And the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon she stands I love my love And where he goes I love the ground Whereon he goes And how I wish The day would come When he and I Can be as one So I moved to?? Cause satisfied I'll never be Oh, I'll write her letters Just a few short lines? Ten thousand times Cause black is the colour Of my true love's hair Her lips are like A rose so fair She's got the sweetest smile And the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon she stands