Love Is Ours Lyrics - Sinead Oconnor

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