Black is the color of my true love's hair I love the ground on where he stands Of my true love's hair When he and I will be as one His face so soft and wondrous fair The purest eyes And the strongest hands Oh I love my lover And where he goes

Screaming the name Of a foreigner's God The purest expression of grief She moves with shameless wonder The perfect creature rarely seen Since some lie I brought the thunder When the land was godless and free Her eyes look sharp and steady Into the empty

Black is the color of my true love's hair I love the ground on where he stands Of my true love's hair When he and I will be as one His face so soft and wondrous fair The purest eyes And the strongest hands Oh I love my lover And where he goes