Black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are something wondrous fair The purtiest eyes And the daint'est hands I love the ground on which she stands
Blake, that was a gorgeous. I listened to several variations of this song on YouTube. I guess black hair may have been a bit unusual in Scottland and Ireland, where the song supposedly originated, an ode to some Gaelic raven haired love interest, nice change from all the songs about those all golden locked wenches.
That version is very close to the arrangement my choral director did though he's not credited and it's slightly different, making me wonder how many different versions there are out there being arranged similarly by choral directors. Heh.
I think that version comes to us by way of Appalachia which of course was loaded down with lowland Scots.
I don't know if it points to black hair being rare any more than the songs about fair-haired girls. When you're in love, it's the blackest of the black hair and the fairest of the skin you're singing about.
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Hey that's not me, that's my cousin, It!
Black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are something wondrous fair
The purtiest eyes
And the daint'est hands
I love the ground on which she stands
Aw shucks Blake, that's so purdy, I had to look it up to see who wrote that.
Glossy and bouncy
Evolving!
To say the least.
Allie,
I was thinking of this.
Blake, that was a gorgeous. I listened to several variations of this song on YouTube. I guess black hair may have been a bit unusual in Scottland and Ireland, where the song supposedly originated, an ode to some Gaelic raven haired love interest, nice change from all the songs about those all golden locked wenches.
That version is very close to the arrangement my choral director did though he's not credited and it's slightly different, making me wonder how many different versions there are out there being arranged similarly by choral directors. Heh.
I think that version comes to us by way of Appalachia which of course was loaded down with lowland Scots.
I don't know if it points to black hair being rare any more than the songs about fair-haired girls. When you're in love, it's the blackest of the black hair and the fairest of the skin you're singing about.
Scotland, he.
"that's my cousin, It!"
Purdy's the wordy.
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