Black is the Color

Original - Chords
Am F G Am Black is the colour of my true love's hair. F G E7 Her lips are like some roses fair. F G E7 She's the sweetest smile and the entlest hands. F G Am ! love the round where on she stands. "" Am F G Am ! love my love " well she knows. F G E7 ! love the round where on she oes. F G E7 ! wish the day it soon would come F G Am #hen she and ! could $e as one.

Am F G Am ! o to the %lyde and mourn and weep F G E7 Satisfied ! never can $e. F G E7 ! write her a letter& 'ust a few short lines F G Am And suffer death a thousand times. "" Am F G Am For Black is the colour of my true love's hair. F G E7 Her lips are like some roses fair. F G E7 She's the sweetest smile and the entlest hands. F G Am ! love the round where on she stands.

Ride On Christy Morre

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Son David ( June Tabor and Oysterbands Arrange)

Son (avid& as performed $y )une *a$or and the +yster$and& is a traditional murder $allad. !t is a variant of the $allad& 'Edward'& which is also known as '#hat ,ut the Blood'.

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!ome "n #erry $y Christy Moore

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