Traditional
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Black is the color of my true love's hair
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His face is like roses so fair
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He's the prettiest face
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and the neatest of hands
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I love the ground on where he stands
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Oh I love my love
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and this he knows
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I love the ground on whereon he goes
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If you no more on earth I see,
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I can't serve you as you have me
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The winters passed and the leaves are green
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the time is passed that we have seen
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But still I hope the time will come
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when you and I will be as one
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I go to the Clyde to mourn and weep,
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but satisfied I never could sleep
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I write you a letter
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just a few short lines
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I'll suffer death ten thousnad times.
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So fare you well my ain true love
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The time has passed but I wish you well
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But still I hope the time will come
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When you and I wil be as one.
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I love my love and this he knows
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I love the ground whereon he goes
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He's theprettiest face and the neatest of hands,
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I love the ground wereon he stands.
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Black Is the Color of My True Love's Hair
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| Nina Simone |
