Black Is The Color Of My True Love's Hai — Sinead O Connor

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