Black Iris
ANGELA JOHN, STEVE MILLER
Well she's tall dark and lean as she eases on by , Stole my heart she, she stole from me , like the ocean I sigh
Black iris ,black iris , black iris, black iris She recovers my soul, She recovers my soul,
Coming home she carrys my pain cut the water like knife tell her your troubles she'll take them away Deep water life Black iris , black iris , Black iris
She's tall dark and lean as she eases on by, stole my heart she stole it from me, Like ocean I sigh , coming home she carrys my pain cut water like knife Black iris,she recovers my soul Black iris , she recovers my soul,
She recovers my soul, she recovers my soul