Black is the Color of My True Love's Hair

Black, black, black is the color of my true love's hair

His lips are like some rosey fair

The finest face and the neatest hands

I love the ground where on he stands

I love my love and well he knows

I love the grass where on he goes

If he on earth no more I did see

My life will quickly fade away.

I'll climb up the mountain for to mourn and weep

For satisfied, I'll never sleep

I'll write to you in a few little lines

I'll suffer death ten thousand times

The winter is past and the leaves are green

The time is gone that we have seen

But still I long for the day to come

When you and I will be as one.

Black, black, black is the color of my true love's hair

His lips are like the rosey fair

The finest face and the neatest hands

I love the ground where on he stands

Black, black, black is the color of my true love's hair