"B.I.T.C.O.M.T.L.H." lyrics - ANGEL OLSEN

Black is the color of my true love's hair
His lips are something wondrous fair [?]
He has the purest eyes
And the bravest hands
I love the ground whereon he stands

Well, I love my love
And yes he knows
I love the ground whereon he goes
And still I hope [?]
That the time will come
When he and I might be as one

I go to the Clyde and I'll mourn and weep
Well satisfied I never can be
I'll write to you just a few short lines
And suffer death a thousand times

Black is the color of my true love's hair
His lips are something wondrous fair [?]
He has the purest eyes
And the bravest hands
I love the ground whereon he stands
Yes, I love the ground whereon he stans
I love the ground whereon he stands