Our Mother the Mountain-John Baizley/Nate Hall/Dorthia Cottrell

[ti:Our Mother the Mountain] [ar:John Baizley/Nate Hall/Dorthia Cottrell] [al:Songs of Townes Van Zandt, Vol. II] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Our Mother the Mountain - John Baizley/Nate Hall/Dorthia Cottrell [00:04.69]My lover comes to me with a rose on her bosom [00:09.43]The moon's dancin' purple [00:11.89]All through her black hair [00:13.86] [00:17.45]And a ladies in waiting she stands 'neath my window [00:22.18]The sun will rise soon [00:24.54]On the false and the fair [00:26.55] [00:30.46]Sing a too a loor a lie o [00:35.25] [00:38.61]She tells me she comes my mother the mountain [00:43.28]Her skin fits her tightly [00:45.48]And lips do not lie [00:47.31] [00:51.24]She silently slips from her throat a medallion [00:56.04]Slowly she twirls it [00:58.44]In front of my eyes [01:00.10] [01:04.08]Sing a too a loor a lie o [01:08.64] [01:12.25]I watch her I love her I long for to touch her [01:16.86]The satin she's wearin' [01:19.48]Is shimmering blue [01:21.29] [01:25.62]Outside my window her ladies are sleeping [01:29.86]My dogs a gone hunting [01:32.17]The howling is through [01:34.12] [01:37.91]Sing a too a loor a lie o [01:42.23] [01:46.00]So I reach for her hand and her eyes turn to poison [01:50.90]And her hair turns to splinters [01:53.32]And her flesh turns to brine [01:55.22] [01:59.24]She leaps across the room she stands in the window [02:03.78]And screams that my first born [02:06.21]Will surely be blind [02:07.98] [02:11.87]Sing a too a loor a lie o [02:16.07] [02:19.93]Then she throws herself out to the black of the nightfall [02:24.78]She's parted her lips [02:27.06]But she makes not a sound [02:29.29] [02:32.79]I fly down the stairway and I run to the garden [02:37.53]No trace of my true love [02:40.03]Is there to be found [02:41.59] [02:45.73]Sing a too a loor a lie o [02:50.67] [02:54.08]Walk these hills lightly and watch who you're lovin' [02:58.62]By mother the mountain [03:01.15]I swear that it's true [03:02.96] [03:07.25]And love not a woman with hair black as midnight [03:11.25] [03:11.77]And a dress made of satin [03:13.87]All shimmering blue [03:15.93] [03:19.14]Sing a too a loor a lie o