Black is the color of my true love's hair His face is something wondrous fair The purest eyes and the strongest hands I love the ground on where he stands I love my love and where he moves I love the ground on where he goes And still I hope that the time will come When he and I will be as one Black is the color of my true love's hair His face is something wondrous fair The purest eyes and the strongest hands I love the ground on where he stands