Sinead O'Connor - Black Is The Color Of My True Love's Hair lyrics

Black is the color of my true love's hair

Her lips are like some roses fair

She has the sweetest smile the gentlest hands

And I love the ground whereon she stands

I love my love, and well she knows

I love the ground whereon she goes

I wish the day soon would come

When she and I will be as one

And black is the color of my true love's hair

Her lips are like some roses fair

She has the sweetest smile the gentlest hands

And I love the ground whereon she stands

I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep

But satisfied I never shall be

I'll write her a letter with a few short lines

and suffer death a thousand times

And black is the color of my true love's hair

Her lips are like some roses fair

She has the sweetest smile the gentlest hands

And I love the ground whereon she stands

I love the ground whereon she stands

I love the ground whereon she stands