Black Is the Color

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Jean Ritchie - Country, Folk

Black Is the Color

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[Verse 1] But black is the color of my true love's hair His face is something wondrous fair The prettiest eyes and the neatest hands I love the ground whereon he stands [Verse 2] I love my love and well he knows I love the ground whereon he goes If you on earth no more I see I cain't serve you as you have me [Verse 3] The winter's passed and the leaves are green The time has passed that we have seen But still I hope the time will come When you and I will be as one [Verse 4] I go to the Clyde for to mourn, to weep But satisfied I never can sleep I'll write to you in a few little lines I'll suffer death ten thousand times [Verse 1] But black is the color of my true love's hair His face is somethin' wondrous fair The prettiest eyes and the neatest hands I love the ground whereon he stands

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