"Woman Black" genre: Jazz Vocals
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	A sweeping tribute that travels beyond labels and points in a better direction.
	CD: Pick From My Tree Credits: Crisp-Burmeister
	Lyrics Mother bore this southern child Gray on matters black and white Oh but brilliant beaming white Or black as with little light On Mother's lap she pointed east to say The rising sun gives mercy, pity, peace away To any and all with will to see We must learn to bear these beams One day, one day We must learn to bear these beams Work with mother in the field she'd say The setting sun gives faith, hope, humanity To any and all with will to see We must learn to bear these beams At Mother's side beneath a tree Sun on her face, resting comfortably Without a sound, I peek in her eye A woman black, a bearer of light Sun on her face, brilliant white A woman black, a bearer of light

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