Black is the color of my [bad word] love's hair
Her face so soft and wondrous fair
The purest eyes
And the gentlest hands
I love the ground where on she stands
I love the ground where on she stands
Black is the color of my [bad word] love's hair

I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground on where she goes
And still I hope that the time [bad word] Still I hope that the time [bad word] When she and I will be as one
When she and I will be as one
Black is the color of my [bad word] love's hair

Black is the color of my [bad word] love's hair
Her face so soft and wondrous fair
The purest eyes
And the gentlest hands
I love the ground where on she stands
I love the ground where on she stands
Black is the color of my [bad word] love's hair