"Black Is The Colour" genre: Folk
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	Credits: Words & Music: W. Bitters (based on trad. texts)
	Lyrics Black is the colour of my true-love's hair-- Her lips are like to roses fair. She has the purest eyes and the gentlest hands-- I worship the ground whereon she stands. I wonder if my beloved knows That I envy the wind which around her blows... Yet I know that the day will never come When she and I will be as one. I'll go to the Nile for to mourn and weep-- For satisfied, I can never sleep. I'll write her a poem... just a few short lines And suffer death a thousand times. Perhaps it is best that my love does not know That I curse the stars which upon her glow. Devoid of value, my life will be If she, on Earth, no more I see.

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