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Traditional
Black is the color of my true love's hair
His face so soft and wondrous fair
The purest eyes
And the strongest hands
I love the ground on where he stands
I love the ground on where he stands
Black is the color of my true love's hair
Of my true love's hair
Of my true love's hair
Oh I love my lover
And well he knows
Yes, I love the ground on where he goes
And still I hope
That the time will come
When he and I will be as one
When he and I will be as one
So black is the color of my true love's hair
Black is the color of my true love's hair
Black is the color of my true love's hair
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Traditional
Black is the color of my true love's hair
His face so soft and wondrous fair
The purest eyes
And the strongest hands
I love the ground on where he stands
I love the ground on where he stands
Black is the color of my true love's hair
Of my true love's hair
Of my true love's hair
Oh I love my lover
And well he knows
Yes, I love the ground on where he goes
And still I hope
That the time will come
When he and I will be as one
When he and I will be as one
So black is the color of my true love's hair
Black is the color of my true love's hair
Black is the color of my true love's hair
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I ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes
Ain't got no money, ain't got no class
Ain't got no skirts, ain't got no sweater
Ain't got no perfume, ain't got no bed
Ain't got no mind
Ain't got no mother, ain't got no culture
Ain't got no friends, ain't got no schooling
Ain't got no love, ain't got no name
Ain't got no ticket, ain't got no token
Ain't got no God
And what have I got?
Why am I alive anyway?
Yeah, what have I got
Nobody can take away?
Got my hair, got my head
Got my brains, got my ears
Got my eyes, got my nose
Got my mouth, I got my smile
I got my tongue, got my chin
Got my neck, got my boobs
Got my heart, got my soul
Got my back, I got my sex
I got my arms, got my hands
Got my fingers, got my legs
Got my feet, got my toes
Got my liver, got my blood
I've got life, I've got my freedom
I've got a lot
I've got the life
And I'm gonna keep it
I've got the life
And nobody's gonna take it away
I've got the life
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(1966) Sandy Denny
Across the evening sky, all the birds are leaving
But how can they know it's time for them to go?
Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming
I have no thought of time
For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?
Sad, deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving
Ah, but then you know it's time for them to go
But I will still be here, I have no thought of leaving
I do not count the time
For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?
And I am not alone while my love is near me
I know it will be so until it's time to go
So come the storms of winter and then the birds in spring again
I have no fear of time
For who knows how my love grows?
And who knows where the time goes?
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Hendin
The assignment the assignment okayNot too loud now not too loudThe song is called the assignmentTalks about the lover's gapTha gap between loversEspecially in marriage and other forms
Bouncing off your wallTha pathways of my mindAre on their wayAnother way for today
You want me to see youBaby I cannot see youYou want me to come for youI cannot come for youCos you wany an assignmentI see no concession
Sall I hang my head with yours and be blue
Send alway laughter and funSpend all my time thinking about youDon't you know there are things I can't do for you
My mind is on it's wayAnother way for todayMy spirit is so foreignYou want silenceMy spirit I'd taking flight nowBut baby you're in a moodAnd you wanna cry tonight now
Shall I hang my head with yours and be blueThat's what you want me to doSend away laughter and funSpend my time cryingTrying to please you
Oh don't you knowThere are things I can't do for youMy mind is on it's wayAnother way now for today
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Young, gifted, and black
Oh what a lovely precious dream
To be young, gifted, and black
Open your heart to what I mean
In the whole world you'll know
There’s a million boys and girls
Who are young, gifted, and black
And that's a fact!
You are young, gifted, and black
We must begin to tell our young
There's a world waiting for you
Yours is the quest that's just begun
When you’re feeling real low
There's a great truth that you should know
When you're young, gifted, and black
Your soul's intact!
To be young, gifted, and black
Oh how I've longed to know the truth
There are times when I look back
And I am haunted by my youth
Oh but my joy of today
Is that we can all be proud to say
To be young, gifted, and black
Is where it's at…Is where it's at…Is where it's at!
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