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Our Mother the Mountain - The Wainwright Sisters
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Our Mother the Mountain The Wainwright Sisters

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Our Mother the Mountain - The Wainwright Sisters
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
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