The peerless Ellas McDaniel's work is unlikely to have penetrated Scotland's NE in 1962, never mind the cultural consciousnesses of fitba players whose "favourite singers" in Pittodrie programme pen pics were usually Frankie Laine, Doris Day and Kenneth McKellar.
Any excuse for a bit of Bo, though. This song's imagery wouldn't be out of place in an Edgar Allan Poe tale.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1iimWe37jE0