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

歌手 : John Baizley / Nate Hall / Dorthia Cottrell

专辑 : Songs of Townes Van Zandt, Vol. II

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:34

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TXT Our Mother the Mountain-John Baizley/Nate Hall/Dorthia Cottrell 文本歌词

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

My lover comes to me with a rose on her bosom

The moon's dancin' purple

All through her black hair

And a ladies in waiting she stands 'neath my window

The sun will rise soon

On the false and the fair

Sing a too a loor a lie o

She tells me she comes my mother the mountain

Her skin fits her tightly

And lips do not lie

She silently slips from her throat a medallion

Slowly she twirls it

In front of my eyes

Sing a too a loor a lie o

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

The satin she's wearin'

Is shimmering blue

Outside my window her ladies are sleeping

My dogs a gone hunting

The howling is through

Sing a too a loor a lie o

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 across the room she stands in the window

And screams that my first born

Will surely be blind

Sing a too a loor a lie o

Then 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

Sing a too a loor a lie o

Walk these hills lightly and watch who you're lovin'

By mother the mountain

I swear that it's true

And love not a woman with hair black as midnight

And a dress made of satin

All shimmering blue

Sing a too a loor a lie o