Black Man o' Mine,
If the world were your lover,
It could not give what I give to you,
Or the ocean would yield and you could discover
Its ages of treasure to hold and to view;
Could it fill half the measure of my heart's
portion. . .
Just for you living, just for you giving all
Black man o' mine.
Black man o' mine,
As I hush and caress you, close to my heart,
All your loving is just your needing what is
Then with your passing dark comes my darkest
For living without your love is only rue.
Black man o' mine, if the world were your lover
It could not give what I give to you.