"Black Is The Color" as written by Damien George Rice and . Traditional....
Black, black, black
Is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like a rose so fair
And the prettiest face and the neatest hands.
I love the grass whereon she stands
She with the wondrous hair.

Black, black, black
Is the color of my true love's hair
Her face is something truly rare.
Oh I do love my love and so well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes.
She with the wondrous hair.

Black, black, black
Is the color of my true love's hair
Alone, my life would be so bare.
I would sigh, I would weep,
I would never fall asleep
My love is 'way beyond compare
She with the wondrous hair.
Black, black, black
Is the color of my true love's hair.


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"Black Is the Color" as written by Damien George Rice . Traditional

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    General Commentisn't it beautiful? I love the 1962 version most - in 1959 "Folksingers Round Harvard Square" Joan was still too young to artfully measure the emotion too raw.
    If you compare this folk (or maybe J. J. Niles's, too) song to William Shakespeare's Sonnet XC, the song is perfect translation to wilder and less ornate language of music.
    vphion September 14, 2009   Link

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