Black is the Color of My True Love's Hair Southern Appalachian
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Black is the color of my true love's hair. Her face is something wondrous fair. The clearest eyes and the dearest hands, I love the grass whereon she stands. I Iove my love and well she knows I love the grass whereon she goes. And still I hope the time will come When she and I will be as one. Black is the color of my true love's hair. Her face is something wondrous fair. The clearest eyes and the dearest hands, I love the grass whereon she stands.
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