Black Is the Color - Traditional
		This is a song that you're probably heard at least a million times. It's believed to be an American folksong, from Southern Appalachia, but with a great hint of Scots and Irish in it. We start it out with the tune "Star of Munster," and then throw in a little Spanish spice... Black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like some red 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 But I know the day it ne'er will come When she and I will be as one I go to the Liffey for to mourn and weep But satisfied I ne'er can be I'll write her a letter just a few short lines And suffer death a thousand times Black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like some red roses fair She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands I love the ground whereon she stands Black is the color...of my true love's hair... Black is the color...of my true love' hair... Oh, black is the color...of my true love's hair. Arrangement: Amberhawke Backup Vocal: Linda King Guitar: Linda King Bass: Sean Morse
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