Songtexte Black Is the Color of My True Love's Hair - John Jacob Niles
Black,
black,
black
is
the
color
of
my
true
love's
hair,
Her
lips
are
something
rosy
fair,
The
pertest
(purest)
face
and
the
daintiest
hands
I
love
the
grass
wheron
she
stands.
I
love
my
love
and
well
she
knows,
I
love
the
grass
whereon
she
goes;
If
she
on
earth
no
more
I
see,
My
life
will
quickly
leave
me.
I
go
to
Troublesome
to
mourn,
to
weep,
But
satisfied
I
ne're
can
sleep;
I'll
write
her
a
note
in
a
few
little
lines,
I'll
suffer
death
ten
thousand
times.
Black,
black,
black
is
the
color
of
my
true
love's
hair,
Her
lips
are
something
rosy
fair,
The
purtest
(purest)
face
and
the
daintiest
hands,
I
love
the
grass
whereon
she
stands.
1 Waken, Little Sheperd
2 Jesus, Jesus, Rest Your Head
3 Frog Went A-Courtin'
4 Little Mohee
5 The Sea Witch
6 The Irish Girl
7 Go 'Way from My Window
8 In That Lovely Far off City
9 Look Down That Lonesome Road
10 I Wonder as I Wander
11 When Jesus Lived in Galilee
12 Lulle, Lullay
13 Black Is the Color of My True Love's Hair
14 Venezuela
15 I Had a Cat
16 The Lass from the Low Country
17 John Henry
18 I'm Goin' Away
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