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

Black is the colour of my [bad word] love's hair
Of my [bad word] love's hair
Of my [bad word] love's 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
When he and I will be as one

So black is the colour of my [bad word] love's hair
Of my [bad word] love's hair
Of my [bad word] love's hair