Black Is The Colour - Coppelius

Black is the colour of my true loves hair

Her face so soft and wondrous fair

The clearest eyes and the dearest hands

I love the grass whereon she stands

I love my love and well she knows

I love the grass whereon she goes

And still I hope the time will come

When she and I will be as one

The winter is past and the leaves are green

The time is past that we have seen

But still I hope the time will come

That you and I will be as one