Black is My True Love’s Hair The Felice Brothers

Black is my true love’s hair
Amber are her eyes
But she’s gone like a bird of passage
Under darkening skies

Deeper grow the days shadows
Out in the wandering wind
When your heart is cut to ribbons
And luminous showers descend

Black is my true love’s hair
Amber are her eyes
But she’s gone like a bird of passage
Under darkening skies

Westward roll the mighty herds
With the guns behind
Likе them I’ve wanderеd the country
No trace of her could I find
The milk-white lines of the interstate
Have driven me far away
Laugh and the world laughs with you
Cry and the world turns away

Black is my true love’s hair
Amber are her eyes
But she’s gone like a bird of passage
Under darkening skies