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Black is the colour of my true love's hair Her face so soft and wonderous fair The purest eyes and the strongest hands I love the ground on where she stands I love the ground on where, on where she stands Oh, I love my lover, and well she knows Yes, I love the ground on where she goes And still I hope that the time will come When she and I will be, will be as one When she and I will be, will be as one to be oh (?) So black is the colour of my true love's hair Her face so soft and wonderous fair The purest eyes and the strongest hands I love the ground on where she stands I love the ground on where, on where she stands I love the ground on where, on where she stands From Letras Mania