Black Gold

(1969) nina simone, weldon irvine jr

To be 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 know
There are billion boys and girls
Who are young, gifted and black,
And that's a fact!

Young, gifted and black
We must begin to tell our young
There's a world waiting for you
This is a quest that's just begun

When you feel really low
Yeah, there's a great truth you should know
When you're young, gifted and black
Your soul's intact

Young, gifted and black
How i long 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

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 where he goes
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

(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?