Black is the colour of my true love's hair
His face so soft and wonderous fair
The bluest eyes and the strongest hands
I love the ground on where he stands
I love the ground on where he stands

Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Of my true love's hair
Of my true love's hair

Oh, I love my lover, and well he knows
Yes, I love the ground on where he goes

I put a spell on you
'Cause you're mine

You better stop the things you do
I ain't lyin'
No I ain't lyin'

You know I can't stand it
You're runnin' around
You know better daddy
I can't stand it cause you put me down
Yeah, Yeah

I put a spell on you
Because you're mine
You're mine

I love ya
I love you
I love you
I love you anyhow
And I don't care
if you don't want me
I'm yours right now

Nina Simone---Sinnerman
(Traditional)

Oh, sinner man, where you gonna run to?
Oh, sinner man, where you gonna run to?
Oh, sinner man, where you gonna run to?
Oh, sinner man, where you gonna run to all on that day?

Run to the moon, "Moon won't you hide me?"
Run to the sea, "Sea won't you hide me?"
Run to the sun, "Sun won't you hide me all on that day?"

Southern trees
barin' strange fruit,
blood on the leaves,
and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees,
pastoral scene,
of the gallant south,
in big bulgin' eyes and the twisted mouth,
scent of magnolia,
clean and fresh,
then the sudden smell of burnin' flesh,

Here is a fruit, for the crows to pluck,
for the rain to gather,