But black is the color of my true love's hair His face is something wondrous fair The prettiest eyes and the neatest hands I love the ground whereon he stands I love my love and well he knows I love the ground whereon he goes If you on earth no more I see I can't serve you as you have me The winter's past and the leaves are green The time is passed that we have seen But still I hope the time will come When you and I will be as one I go to the clyde for to mourn to weep But satisfied would I never can sleep I'll write to you in a few little lines I'll suffer death ten thousand times But black is the color of my true love's hair His face is something wondrous fair The prettiest eyes and the neatest hands I love the ground whereon he stands