Black black black is the colour of my true love's hair his lips are something rosy fair the sweetest smile and the kindest hands I love the grass whereon he stands I love my love and well he knows I love the grass whereon he goes if he no more on earth will be 'twill surely be the end of me
Three Old Songs Resung
Song Cycle by Robert M. Abramson (b. 1928)
1. Black is the color  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- from Volkslieder (Folksongs) , Scottish
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- IRI Irish (Gaelic) (Gabriel Rosenstock) , copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
2. Gently, Johnny
Language: English
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3. Soldier, soldier
Language: English
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Total word count: 61