Black Is the Color of My True Love's Hair
Nina Simone feat. Traditional
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Black is the color of my true love's hair
His face is like some rosy fair
The prettiest face, and the neatest hands
I love the ground whereon he stands
I go to Clyde for to mourn and to weep
But satisfied I never could sleep
I'll write to you a few short lines
I'll suffer death ten thousand times
So fare you well my own true love
The time has passed, and I wish you well
But still I hope the time will come
When you and I will be as one