Chords for Townes Van Zandt - Our Mother the Mountain (Official Audio)

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_ _ _ _ My lover comes to me with a rose on her bosom
[F] The moon's [E] dancing purple [Am] all through her black [Dm] hair
_ And _ _ _ _ _ her ladies and waiting [D] she'll stand neath my window
[F] And the Sun will [E] rise soon on the [Am] false and [Dm] the fair
_ _ Sing a [C]
tune
_ _ [Am] _ Lure a [Dm] lie Oh _ _ _
_ _ _ _ She tells me she comes from my mother the mountain [F] and her skin fits [Em] her
Tightly [Am] and her lips do [Dm] not lie
_ She _ _ _ _ _ _ _
silently slips from her throat a medallion
_ [F] Slowly [Em] she twirls it in [Am] front of my [Dm] _
eye
Sing [C] it to
_ _ _ [Am] Lure a [Dm] lie _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I watch her I love her and I long for to touch her
[F] Satin [Em] she's wearing [Am] is shimmer [Dm] and blue _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ And outside my window
_ Her ladies are sleeping.
My [F] dogs are gone [Em] hunting [Am] the howling is [Dm] through
_ _ Sing [C] it to
_ _ _ [Am] Lure a [Dm] lie Oh _ _ _ _
_ _ _ So I reach for a hand and her eyes turn to poison
[F] And her hair turns [E] to [Em] splinters and [Am] her flesh turns [Dm] to brine _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ She leaps across the room
She stands in the window
[F] _ Screams at [Em] my firstborn will surely be [Dm] blind
_ _ Sing [C] it to
_ _ _ [Am] Lure a [Dm] lie _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ And she throws herself out to the black of the nightfall
[F] She's parted [Em] her lips
She [Am] makes not a [Dm]
sound I _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Fly down the stairway and I run to the garden
[F] No trace of [Em] my true [Am] love is there to be [Dm] found
_ _ _ Sing it [C]
to
_ _ [Am] _ Lure a [Dm] lie _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ So walk these hills lightly and watch who you loving [F] by our mother [E] the
Mountain, I [Am] swear that it's [Dm] true
_ _ and _ _ _ _ _ love not a
Woman with hair black is midnight [F] and a dress [Em] made of satin [Am] all shimmer and [Dm] blue
_ _ Sing [C] it to
_ _ [C] _ [Am] Lure a [Dm] lie _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ All my lover comes to me with a rose on her bosom
[F] The moon's dancing [Em] purple [Am] all through her black [Dm] hair _ _ _
_ _ _ _ And ladies and waiting she'll stand neath my window
[F] The Sun will [Em] rise soon [Am] on the false [Dm] and the fair _ _ _ _
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