black black black is the color of my true love s hair her lips are like a rose so fair and the prettiest face and the neatest hands i love the grass whereon she stands she with the wondrous hair black black black is the color of my true love s hair her face is something truly rare oh i do love my love and so well she knows i love the ground whereon she goes she with the wondrous hair black black black is the color of my true love s hair alone my life would be so bare i would sigh i would weep i would never fall asleep my love is way beyond compare she with the wondrous hair black black black is the color of my true love s hair