| lyric | 1. But black is the colour of my true love's hair,
Her cheeks are like some rosy fair,
the prettiest eyes and the neatest hands,
I love the ground were-on she stands.
2. I love my love and well she knows,
I love the ground whereon she goes,
If you no more on earth I see,
I won’t serve you as you have me.
3. The winter’s passed and the leaves are green,
The time is passed that we have seen,
But still I hope the time will come
When you and I shall be as one.
4. So fare you well, my own true love,
The time has passed, but I wish you well,
But still I hope the time will come
When you and I will be as one.
5. I love my love and well she knows,
I love the ground whereon she goes,
The prettiest face and the neatest hands,
I love the ground whereon she stands. |