Black is the colour of my true love's hair His face so soft and wondrous fair The purest eyes and the gentlest hands I love the ground on where he stands I love my love and well he knows I love the ground on where he goes I still I wish that the day would come When he and I will be as one. Black is the colour of my true love's hair His face so soft and wondrous fair The purest eyes and the gentlest hands I love the ground on where he stands.