Our Mother the Mountain-Townes Van Zandt

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[00:00.00]Our Mother the Mountain - Townes Van Zandt
[00:05.76]My lover comes to me with a rose on her bosom
[00:11.21]The moons dancing purple
[00:13.23]All through her black hair
[00:20.25]And a ladies in waiting she stands neath my window
[00:25.44]And the sun will rise soon
[00:27.67]On the false and the fair
[00:31.73]Sing a too a loor a lie o
[00:41.29]She tells me she comes from my mother the mountain
[00:46.57]Her skin fits her tightly
[00:49.23]And her lips do not lie
[00:55.80]She silently slips from her throat a medallion
[01:01.08]Slowly she twirls it
[01:03.62]In front of my eyes
[01:07.19]Sing a too a loor a lie o
[01:16.94]I watch her I love her I long for to touch her
[01:21.95]The sating she's wearin'
[01:24.64]Is shimmering blue
[01:31.23]Outside my window her ladies are sleeping
[01:36.44]My dogs a gone hunting
[01:39.02]The howling is through
[01:42.59]Sing a too a loor a lie o
[01:51.94]So I reach for her hand and her eyes turn to poison
[01:57.42]And her hair turns to splinters
[02:00.01]And her flesh turns to brine
[02:06.75]She leaps across the room she stands in the window
[02:12.04]And screams that my first born
[02:14.87]Will surely be blind
[02:18.40]Sing a too a loor a lie o
[02:27.73]Then she throws herself out to the black of the nightfall
[02:33.16]She's parted her lips
[02:35.71]But she makes not a sound
[02:42.50]I fly down the stairway and I run to the garden
[02:47.72]No trace of my true love
[02:50.53]Is there to be found
[02:53.97]Sing a too a loor a lie o
[03:03.59]So walk these hills lightly and watch who you're lovin'
[03:08.99]By mother the mountain
[03:11.13]I swear that it's true
[03:18.38]And love not a woman with hair black as midnight
[03:23.57]And a dress made of sating
[03:25.55]All shimmering blue
[03:29.82]Sing a too a loor a lie o
[03:39.41]Oh my lover comes to me with a rose on her bosom
[03:44.97]The moon's dancing purple all through her black hair
[03:54.39]And a lady's in waiting she'll stand neath my window
[03:59.61]The sun will rise soon on the false and the fair