Color Of My True Love’s Hair – Michel Montecrossa

Black, oh, black is the color of my true love’s hair.
Her lips are shining rosy fair.
And the grace of her beauty and her wonderful eyes,
I love the kind light of her sweet smiles.

I love my love and well she knows.
I love the world wherein she moves.
And if we on earth no more will be,
my life will live in her deep sleep.

I’ll turn to the Lord in my immortal soul.
I’ll find her there within my heart.
And I’ll write her a song in a few little lines.
We are one in our love for eternal time.

Black, oh, black is the color of my true love’s hair.
Her lips are shining rosy fair.
And the grace of her beauty and her wonderful eyes,
I love the kind light of her sweet smiles.