Our Mother The Mountain-Townes Van Zandt

[ti:Our Mother The Mountain] [ar:Townes Van Zandt] [al:Legend] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Our Mother The Mountain - Townes Van Zandt [00:05.72]My lover comes to me with a rose on her bosom [00:10.36] [00:11.17]The moons dancing purple [00:13.19]All through her black hair [00:15.89] [00:20.21]And a ladies in waiting she stands neath my window [00:24.80] [00:25.39]And the sun will rise soon [00:27.62]On the false and the fair [00:30.22] [00:31.68]Sing a too a loor a lie o [00:36.93] [00:41.24]She tells me she comes from my mother the mountain [00:46.00] [00:46.52]Her skin fits her tightly [00:49.18]And her lips do not lie [00:51.20] [00:55.75]She silently slips from her throat a medallion [01:00.52] [01:01.03]Slowly she twirls it [01:03.57]In front of my eyes [01:06.42] [01:07.14]Sing a too a loor a lie o [01:12.31] [01:16.89]I watch her I love her I long for to touch her [01:21.90]The sating she's wearin' [01:24.59]Is shimmering blue [01:26.89] [01:31.18]Outside my window her ladies are sleeping [01:35.81] [01:36.39]My dogs a gone hunting [01:38.37] [01:38.97]The howling is through [01:40.63] [01:42.54]Sing a too a loor a lie o [01:47.78] [01:51.89]So I reach for her hand and her eyes turn to poison [01:56.86] [01:57.37]And her hair turns to splinters [01:59.97]And her flesh turns to brine [02:02.55] [02:06.71]She leaps across the room she stands in the window [02:11.46] [02:12.00]And screams that my first born [02:14.83]Will surely be blind [02:17.14] [02:18.36]Sing a too a loor a lie o [02:23.40] [02:27.69]Then she throws herself out to the black of the nightfall [02:32.55] [02:33.11]She's parted her lips [02:35.66]But she makes not a sound [02:37.29] [02:42.45]I fly down the stairway and I run to the garden [02:46.96] [02:47.67]No trace of my true love [02:50.48]Is there to be found [02:52.17] [02:53.92]Sing a too a loor a lie o [02:59.07] [03:03.54]So walk these hills lightly and watch who you're lovin' [03:08.30] [03:08.94]By mother the mountain [03:11.08]I swear that it's true [03:13.89] [03:18.33]And love not a woman with hair black as midnight [03:22.89] [03:23.52]And a dress made of sating [03:25.50]All shimmering blue [03:28.08] [03:29.77]Sing a too a loor a lie o [03:35.10] [03:39.36]Oh my lover comes to me with a rose on her bosom [03:44.26] [03:44.93]The moon's dancing purple all through her black hair [03:49.53] [03:54.35]And a lady's in waiting she'll stand neath my window [03:58.93] [03:59.57]The sun will rise soon on the false and the fair