John Langstaff
Black Is the Color of My True Love’s Hair
But black is the color of my true love's hair
Her face is like some lily fair
The prettiest face and the neatest hands
I love the ground where on she stands
I love the ground where on she stands
I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground where on she goes
If you no more on Earth I see
I can't serve you as you have me
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
I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground where on she goes
The prettiest face and the neatest hands
I love the ground where on she stands
I love the ground where on she stands