THE BLACKEST CROW
(I LOVE YOU WELL)
Sung by: Fleecy Fox
Recorded in Mountain Home, AR 6/15/63
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When you and I shall part.
The grief and woe you soon must know
Of my poor troubled heart.
I wish that I could go with you
Or you could tarry here,
Your company, my dearest dear,
So charming unto me.
It makes me think when you’re away
That every day is three,
But every day is three to us,
And every hour is ten.
It makes me weep when I should sleep,
And say I’ve lost a friend.
The blackest crow, my dearest dear,
Soon shall turn to white.
If ever I prove false to you,
Bright day shall turn to night.
Bright day shall turn to . . .
Also found in Randolph, Vol. IV, #760, “I Love You Well.”