A Black Pierrot William Grant Still

I am a black pierrot: She did not love me
So I crept away into the night and the night was black, too
I am a black pierrot: She did not love me
So I wept until the red dawn dripped blood over the eastern hills
And my heart was bleeding, too
I am a black pierrot: She did not love me
So with my once gay colored soul shrunken like a balloon without air
I went forth in the morning to seek a new brown love
I went forth in the morning to seek a new brown love
I went forth in the morning, I went forth in the morning
I went forth in the morning to seek a new brown love