Black Is The Color
words and music traditional
Black is the color
of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands.
I love the ground whereon she stands
I love my love and
well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes.
And I wish the day, it soon will come
That she and I will be as one
I'll go to the Clyde
and I'll mourn and weep
Where satisfied I never shall be
I'll write her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death ten thousand times
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Background:
This is an old song dating with tune origins probably dating
to the 18th century. The lyrics were first recorded in around 1916 and
believed to be out of the Appalacian Mountains, although it is so fully
engrained in the folk tradition that many believe it to be out of Scotland
as attibuted by the verse "I'll go to the Clyde" which is a
river that runs through Glasgow.
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