Black is the colour of my [bad word] love's hair
Her face so soft and wonderous fair
The purest eyes and the strongest hands
I love the ground on where she stands
I love the ground on where, on where she stands

Oh, I love my lover, and well she knows
Yes, I love the ground on where she goes
And still I hope that the time [bad word] 
When she and I will be, will be as one
When she and I will be, will be as one
to be oh (?)

So black is the colour of my [bad word] love's hair
Her face so soft and wonderous fair
The purest eyes and the strongest hands
I love the ground on where she stands
I love the ground on where, on where she stands

I love the ground on where, on where she stands