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Black is the Colour
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| Doza |
| Apparently the lyrics in this track are from old Irish folk tales or something like that. Can anyone give me some more insight on this? |
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| BTL |
Maybe something like that will help, I found that on one of the www about Irish Folk
This is an old song dating with tune origins probably dating to the 18th century. The lyrics were first recorded in around 1916 and believed to be out of the Appalacian Mountains, although it is so fully engrained in the folk tradition that many believe it to be out of Scotland as attibuted by the verse "I'll go to the Clyde" which is a river that runs through Glasgow.
Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She's the sweetest face and the gentlest hands
I love the ground wheron she stands
I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes
But some times I whish the day will come
That she and I will be as one
Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She's the sweetest face and the gentlest hands
I love the ground wheron she stands
I walk to the Clyde for to mourn and weep
But satisfied I never can sleep
I'll write her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death ten thousand times
Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She's the sweetest face and the gentlest hands
I love the ground wheron she stands |
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| Doza |
| quote: | Originally posted by BTL
Maybe something like that will help, I found that on one of the www about Irish Folk
This is an old song dating with tune origins probably dating to the 18th century. The lyrics were first recorded in around 1916 and believed to be out of the Appalacian Mountains, although it is so fully engrained in the folk tradition that many believe it to be out of Scotland as attibuted by the verse "I'll go to the Clyde" which is a river that runs through Glasgow.
Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She's the sweetest face and the gentlest hands
I love the ground wheron she stands
I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes
But some times I whish the day will come
That she and I will be as one
Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She's the sweetest face and the gentlest hands
I love the ground wheron she stands
I walk to the Clyde for to mourn and weep
But satisfied I never can sleep
I'll write her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death ten thousand times
Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She's the sweetest face and the gentlest hands
I love the ground wheron she stands |
Yo thx bro, this confirms my suspicions:) |
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| RaPiD____EyE_k |
| aawsum tune that's for sure...both mixes |
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| Doza |
| quote: | Originally posted by RaPiD____EyE_k
aawsum tune that's for sure...both mixes |
Agreed! |
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| montana |
| nina simone version > * |
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| julien2 |
i thought black was the absence of colour
i have beem misled
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| ElBazzo |
| The most famous version is sung by Christy Moore, i think maybe the corrs did a version too. frankly being irish i cant stand the new dance version its way too cheesy. |
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| MagikMan_643 |
| quote: | | Originally posted by ElBazzo frankly being irish i cant stand the new dance version its way too cheesy. |
+1
The Coco & Green Mix isn't bad, but would be better without the vocals. |
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| barry2006 |
| being irish aswell i tend to cring everytime i hear the vocal,the music is damn good tho,armin dropped this on the fabric soundsystem in october....woww-waaa-weeeeee-waaaaaaa!!!!!!! |
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| Nsonic |
When i was doing my own research on the song, i found the original lyrics to be about a 'he' rather than a 'she'. and a few minor lyric changes
But Black is the colour of my true love's hair.
His face is like some rosy fair,
The prettiest face and the neatest hands,
I love the ground whereon he stands.
I love my love and well he knows
I love the ground whereon he goes
If you no more on earth I see,
I can't serve you as you have me.
The winter's passed and the leaves are green
The time is passed that we have seen,
But still I hope the time will come
When you and I shall be as one.
I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep,
But satisfied I never could sleep,
I'll write to you a few short lines
I'll suffer death ten thousand times.
So fare you well, my own true love
The time has passed, but I wish you well.
But still I hope the time will come
When you and I will be as one.
I love my love and well he knows
I love the ground whereon he goes,
The prettiest face, the neatest hands
I love the ground whereon he stands.
Cara Dillon singing her cover live. Awesome
i love all mixes of this song >_< |
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