Love Song: Green is the Color of My Merman's Hair

Happy Valentine's Day! As I said in last year's post, I try to use this month to catch up on correspondence, as St. Valentine was a deliverer of letters. I've managed to do that once this month. I'd also meant to have a recorded version of my revised song "Green is the Color of My Merman's Hair" (to the tune of "Black is the Color of My True Love's Hair). I'll post the lyrics and chords now and the recorded version at a later time. Hold me to it!

This song is dedicated to Bede, of course.

Hair like seaweed makes me giddy

The mosiac is a picture of Triton.

I am not the biggest fan of the song "Black is the Color of My True Love's Hair." The song is okay, but I've rarely heard more than the beginning. When I was a freshman in college, one of my dorm-mates worked on the song for her music class. She walked up the hallway, singing, "Black, black, black is the color of my true love's hair..." and then she'd stop. A few minutes later, she walked down the hallway, singing, "Black, black, black is the color of my true love's hair...." I finally asked her why she didn't sing the whole song. She replied, "The first line is the best part of the song."

The following year, I enrolled in the same music class. I avoided the above mentioned song, but didn't do all that much better with "The Sound of Silence" and "Lasciatemi Morire." It didn't matter which songs I chose. I still croaked my way through music jury and got a "C" for the course. Perhaps my dorm-mate was onto something with her method of lyric-line repetition. Perhaps part of the reason why I got such a mediocre grade was my sullen attitude, but that's another story.

Apropos of Valentine's day, I have a revision of "Black is the Color of My True Love's Hair" (follow the link for the Midi file melody). Bede, my dear, this one's for you:

Green, Green, Green is the Color of My Merman's Hair

Green, green, green is the color of my merman’s hair
His skin is sallow like a pear’s
His lidless eyes
And his web-bed hands--
He must recline among the sands.

O I love my love
And where he bathes
I love the shell with which he shaves
And still I hope
Somehow I grow scales
Then he and I can swim with whales.

Green, green, green is the color of my merman’s hair
He wears no shirt, he must go bare
Our families do
Not understand
Why we build castles in the sand.