Van Zandt Townes - Our Mother The Mountain

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My lover comes to me with a rose on her bosom

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The moon's dancin' purple all through her black hair



And a ladies-in-waiting she stands 'neath my window



And the sun will rise soon on the false and the fair

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She tells me she comes from my mother the mountain

And her skin fits her tightly and her lips do not lie

She silently slips from her throat a medallion

Slowly she twirls in front of my eyes



I watch her, I love her, I long for to touch her

The satin she's wearin' is shimmerin' blue

Outside my window her ladies are sleepin'

My dogs have gone huntin', their howlin' is through



So I reach for her hand and her eyes turn to poison

And her hair turns to splinters, and her flesh turns to brine

She leaps 'cross the room, she stands in the window

And screams that my first born will surely be blind



She throws herself out to the black of the nightfall

She's parted her lips, but she makes not a sound

I fly down the stairway, and I run to the garden

No trace of my true love is there to be found



So walk these hills lightly, and watch who you're lovin'

By mother the mountain I swear that it's true

Love not a woman with hair black as midnight

And her dress made of satin all shimmerin' blue



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