Текст песни Black Is the Color - The King's Singers

Black is the colour of my true loves hair.
Her lips are something wondrous fair.
The purest eyes and the gentlest hands.
I love the grass on she stands.

I love my love and well she knows.
I love the grass on she goes.
If she left no more I'd see
My life would quickly fade away.
Black, black, black