Black is the color of my [bad word] loves hair
His face so soft and wondrous fair
The purest eyes
And the strongest hands
I love the ground on where he stands
I love the ground on where he stands

Black is the color of my [bad word] loves hair
Of my [bad word] loves hair
Of my [bad word] loves hair

Oh I love my lover
And well he knows
Yes, I love the ground on where he goes
And still I hope
That the time [bad word] 
When he and I will be as one
When he and I will be as one

So black is the color of my [bad word] loves hair
Black is the color of my [bad word] loves hair
Black is the color of my [bad word] loves hair