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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