Testo Black Is The Colour

Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her face so soft and wonderous fair
The purest eyes and the dearest hands
I love the grass on where she stands

I love my love and well she knows
I love the grass on where she goes
And still I hope that time will come When she and I will be as one

The winter is passed and the leaves are green
The time is passed that we have seen
But still I hope the time will come
That you and I will be as one