Our Mother The Mountain Lyrics - Our Mother The Mountain - Townes Van Zandt

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 

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

She tells me she comes from my mother the mountain 

Her skin fits her tightly and her lips do not lie 

She silently slips from her throat a medallion 

Slowly she twirls it in front of my eyes 

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 have gone hunting, the howling is through 

So I reach for her hand and her eyes turns 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 shimmering blue