We sat and drank coffee (which the bar had to make special) and looked very out of place. But a few of the players recognized us and a couple of the others looked delighted that we were obviously there just to see them.
A young lady played the guitar and sang "Black is the Color" and it was absolutely gorgeous.
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
Lovely song, a reference in Google.com says '"Black is the Color of my True Love's Hair" is a Celtic love song, which originated in the British Isles.' The version now most familiar was composed in the 1950's. I have sung it in high school chorus. Another one for the Entmoot, I would think.
A young lady played the guitar and sang "Black is the Color"
The lyrics you posted make it sound positively Elvish!