Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like a rose so fair
She has the sweetest face and the gentlest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands
I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep
For satisfied I n'er can be
I write her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death a thousand times
I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground where on she goes
I know the day it soon will come
When she and I will be as one
Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like a rose so fair
She has the sweetest face and the gentlest hands
I love the ground where on she stands
Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by Julia Graff and James Perrella in the McGill Multimedia Room
Produced by The Bombadils Julia Graff and James Perrella
Album art and design by Joe Latham at Lookhappy Design and Veronica Frank
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Fiddle, banjo, voice - Sarah Frank
Guitar, mandolin, voice - Luke Fraser
Flute, Irish whistle, harmonica, voice - Anh Phung
Upright bass (Tracks 1, 3, 7-11), voice - Alan Mackie
Upright bass (Tracks 2, 4-6) - Evan Stewart
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