Black Hair
The girl with long black hair
She ties it in tail-pair
Which flies in air
As she jumps from chair to chair
The black girl that grows
Those
Beautiful rose
Oh! those
Beautiful rose
Where the water flows
Near the lake
Every morning as she wake
And swim in the lake
She water those
Beautiful red rose
Dance like a snake
On the rock near the lake
Black is what she take
Her identity she never fake
My Black girl
My Gambian girl
My West African girl
My African girl
She give me a grain of love
We share like dove
In her heart I live
My heart I give
My yesterday
My today
My tomorrow
She wipe my sorrow
My Black girl
My Gambian girl
My West African girl
My African girl
Copyright © Bah Momodoup | Year Posted 2016
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