Black is the color (Scottish trad.)

Beautiful, deeply emotional love song believed to be originated in Scotland in the early 19th century and later imported in the Appalachian region. My take uses some 3-part real voice harmonies. Martin 1833 custom 000-42VS (adirondack/madagascar). Black is the color Black is the color of my true love`s hair Her lips are like some roses fair The sweetest smile and the gentlest hands. And I love the ground whereon she stands I love my love and well she knows I love the ground whereon she goes. I wish the day it soon will come That she and I will be as one Black is the color of my true love`s hair Her lips are like some roses fair The sweetest smile and the gentlest hands. And I love the ground whereon she stands I walk to the Clyde for to mourn and weep But satisfied I never can be I'll write her a letter, just a few short lines And suffer death ten thousand times Black is the color of my true love`s hair Her lips are like some roses fair The sweetest smile and the gentlest hands. And I love the ground whereon she stands