Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her face so soft and wondrous fair
The purest eyes and the strongest hands
I love the ground on where she stands
I love the ground on where, on where she stands
Oh I love my lover and well she knows
Yes, I love the ground on where she goes
And still I hope that the time will come
When she and I will be, will be as one
When she and I will be, will be as one
Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her face so soft and wondrous fair
The purest eyes and the strongest hands
I love the ground on where she stands
I love the ground on where, on where she stands
I love the ground on where, on where she stands
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