Produced and arranged by Anne Janelle
Performed by Anne Janelle and James Hill

Lyrics

Black, black, black
is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like a rose so fair
and the prettiest face and the neatest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands
She with the wond'rous hair

Black, black, black
is the colour of my true love's hair
Her face is something truly rare
Oh I do love my love and so well she knows
I love the grass whereon she goes
She with the wond'rous hair

Black, black, black
is the colour of my true love's hair
Alone, my life would be so bare
I would sigh, I would weep
I would never fall asleep
My love is way beyond compare
She with the wond'rous hair