Christian Death - Jesus Points The Bone At You?

Sick Of Love

Let him kiss me
With the virgins love thee
Look not upon me
Because I am black

I am the rose of Sharon
And the lily of the valleys
As the lily among thorns
So is my love among the daughters

I sat down under his shadow
With great delight
And his fruit was sweet

And he was loved
He was loved
Comfort me with apples, for
I am sick of love
I am sick of love
I am sick, sick of love (Of love)
So sick, sick of love (I am sick of love)

On my bed
I sought him
Open to me
Hey sister!
My love
My dove
My undefiled

And for my head
My head is filled
Filled with dew
And my locks
With the drops of the night

I opened to my beloved
But my beloved
Had withdrawn himself!

I charge you
I charge you
Oh daughters of

I am sick of, sick of love (I am sick of love)
I am sick, sick of love (I am sick of love)
So sick, sick of love (So sick of love)
Sick, sick, sick, sick of love (So sick of love)
(Sick, sick, sick, sick of love)

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Writer(s): Valor Kand
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