Our Mother the Mountain (Townes Van Zandt cover)

My lover comes to me with a rose on her bosom
The moon's dancin' purple, all through her black hair
A ladies-in-waiting she stands 'neath my window
The sun will rise soon on the false and the fair
Singing tu-lur-a-lei
She tells me she comes from my mother the mountain
Her skin fits her tightly, 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 wearing is shimmering blue
Outside my window her ladies are sleeping
My dogs have gone hunting, the howling is through
Singing tu-lur-a-lei
So I reach for her hand and her eyes turns to poison
Her hair turns to splinters, her flesh turns to brine
She leaps cross the room, she stands in the window
Screams that my first-born will surely be blind
Singing tu-lur-a-lei
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 loving
By mother the mountain I swear that it's true
Love not a woman with hair black as midnight
Her dress made of satin all shimmering blue
Singing tu-lur-a-lei-oh