black is the color of my true love's hair

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black, black, black is the color of my true love's hair, his lips are like some rosey fair, the finest face and the neatest hands, i love the ground where on he stands, i love my love and well he knows, i love the grass where on he goes, if he on earth no more i did see, my life will quickly fade away. i'll climb up the mountain for to mourn and weep, for satisfied, i'll never sleep, i'll write to you in a few little lines, i'll suffer death ten thousand times, the winter is past and the leaves are green, the time is gone that we have seen, but still i long for the day to come, when you and i will be as one. black, black, black is the color of my true love's hair, his lips are like the rosey fair, the finest face and the neatest hands, i love the ground where on he stands, black, black, black is the color of my true love's hair