The Wainwright Sisters - Our mother the mountain

^AmMy lover comes to me with a rose on her bosom The ^Cmoon's dancing ^Gpurple all ^Emthrough her black ^Amhair ^AmAnd a ladies-in-waiting she stands 'neath my window And the ^Csun will rise ^Gsoon on the ^Emfalse and the ^Amfair

Singing ^Gtoo-rah ^Emloo-re-la-^Ama Singing ^Gtoo-rah ^Emloo-re-la-^Ama

^AmShe tells me she comes from my Mother the Mountain Her ^Cskin fits her ^Gtightly and her ^Emlips do not ^Amlie ^AmShe silently slips from her throat a medallion ^CSlowly she ^Gtwirls it in ^Emfront of my ^Ameyes

Singing ^Gtoo-rah ^Emloo-re-la-^Ama Singing ^Gtoo-rah ^Emloo-re-la-^Ama

^AmI watch her, I love her, I long for to touch her The ^Csatin she's ^Gwearing is ^Emshimmering ^Amblue ^AmOutside of my window her ladies are sleeping My ^Cdogs have gone ^Ghunting, the ^Emhowling is ^Amthrough

Singing ^Gtoo-rah ^Emloo-re-la-^Ama Singing ^Gtoo-rah ^Emloo-re-la-^Ama

^AmSo I reached for her hand and her eyes turned to poison And her ^Chair turns to ^Gsplinters and her ^Emflesh turns to ^Ambrine ^AmShe leaps 'cross the room, she stands in the window And ^Cscreams that my ^Gfirst-born will ^Emsurely be ^Amblind

^AmShe throws herself out to the black of the nightfall She's ^Cparted her ^Glips, but she ^Emmakes not a ^Amsound ^AmI fly down the stairway and I run to the garden No ^Ctrace of my ^Gtrue love is ^Emthere to be ^Amfound

Singing ^Gtoo-rah ^Emloo-re-la-^Ama Singing ^Gtoo-rah ^Emloo-re-la-^Ama

^AmSo walk these hills lightly and watch who you're loving By ^CMother the ^GMountain, I ^Emswear that it's ^Amtrue ^AmLove not a woman with hair black as midnight Her ^Cdress made of ^Gsatin, all ^Emshimmering ^Amblue

Singing ^Gtoo-rah ^Emloo-re-la-^Ama Singing ^Gtoo-rah ^Emloo-re-la-^Ama

Singing ^Gtoo-rah ^Emloo-re-la-^Ama Singing ^Gtoo-rah ^Emloo-re-la-^Ama