I first heard this song when I was with a colleague
at a function in Villach's convention centre. The band
was softly playing this song, and we were both transcended
by the moving music. I saw her eyes became teary when
the song finished. We stayed until late, had some more
beer and finger food, and we requested the band played
the song again at the end. I was lucky at night.
The song had since made such a deep impression on me.
So here it goes, please enjoy "Black is the color of my true love's hair".
Sang by 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 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
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
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