Текст песни Black is the Color - Pete Seeger
Black
is
the
color
of
my
true
love′s
hair
His
face
is
like
roses
so
fair
He's
the
prettiest
face
And
the
neatest
of
hands
I
love
the
ground
on
where
he
stands
Oh
I
love
my
love
And
this
he
knows
I
love
the
ground
on
whereon
he
goes
If
you
no
more
on
earth
I
see,
I
can′t
serve
you
as
you
have
me
The
winters
passed
and
the
leaves
are
green
The
time
is
passed
that
we
have
seen
But
still
I
hope
the
time
will
come
When
you
and
I
will
be
as
one
I
go
to
the
Clyde
to
mourn
and
weep,
But
satisfied
I
never
could
sleep
I
write
you
a
letter
Just
a
few
short
lines
I'll
suffer
death
ten
thousand
times.
So
fare
you
well
my
ain't
true
love
The
time
has
passed
but
I
wish
you
well
But
still
I
hope
the
time
will
come
When
you
and
I
will
be
as
one.
I
love
my
love
and
this
she
knows
I
love
the
ground
whereon
he
goes
He′s
the
prettiest
face
and
the
neatest
of
hands,
I
love
the
ground
were
on
he
stands.
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