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12 februari 2016
Black Is The Color
Old song, most likely from Scotland, but first known in the US in 1915 and sung by many artists, such
as Luka Bloom, The Corrs and Nina Simone.
Black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some rosy fair
The purest eyes and the neatest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands
Am G Am
FGE
FGE
Am G Am
I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep
But satisfied I never can sleep
I'll write to you in a few short lines
I'll suffer death ten thousand times
I know my love and well she knows
I love the grass whereon she goes
If she on earth no more I see
My life will quickly fade away
A winter's past and the leaves are green
The time has past that we have seen
But still I hope the time will come
When you and I will be as one
Black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some rosy fair
The purest eyes and the neatest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands
Please enjoy Christy Moore on Youtube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W5fBppsntAE
Don't miss this one!
There is a very, very touching ballad on the same melody, called "The Ballad of Mairead Farrell" by
Chris Byrne. It tells the story about the merciless killing of three IRA-rebels by the British Special Air
Services in Gibraltar in 1988. Daniel McCann (30), Seán Savage (24) and Mairéad Farrell (31).
Please read the full story on http://www.geocities.com/pettigolass/farrell.html
And take your time to listen to Seanchai & The Unity Squad (vocals by Rachel):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ELdWiYopuw
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The Ballad of Mairead Farrell
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there I do not sleep,
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
When Ireland lives I do not die.
A woman's place is not at home,
The fight for freedom it still goes on,
I took up my gun until freedoms day,
I pledged to fight for the I.R.A.
In Armagh jail I served my time,
Strip searches were a British crime,
Degraded me but they could not see,
I'd suffer this to see Ireland free.
was the place I died,
McCann and Savage were by my side,
I heard the order so loud and shrill,
Of Thatchers voice, said: "Shoot to kill".
Gibraltar
So do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there I do not sleep,
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
When Ireland lives I do not die.
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Am G Am
Dm F E
F G Am
Am G Am
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Do Not Stand At My Grave
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not here I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
When you wake up in the mornings hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night
Am G Am
Dm F E
F G Am
Am G Am
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle Autumn rain
O no, do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not here, I did not die.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not here I do not sleep
O no, do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not here, I did not die.
I found this text in 2006 when I visited an old graveyard near Caherciveen, Kerry, Ireland
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