Testo di 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 So sick 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for my head My head is filled With And my locks With the drops of the night I opened to my beloved But my beloved Had withdrawn himself!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 love So sick Sick of love