Our Mother The Mountain歌词-Al Matcott&Freya Josephine Hollick

Our Mother The Mountain歌词由Al Matcott&Freya Josephine Hollick演唱，出自专辑《Summer’s Coming (Explicit)》，下面是《Our Mother The Mountain》完整版歌词！

Our Mother The Mountain歌词完整版

My lover comes to me with a rose on her bosom

The moon's dancing purple

All through her black hair

And her lady’s in waiting she’ll stand 'neath my window

And the sun will rise soon

On the false and the fair

Sing a-to Lorelai-oh

She tells me she comes from our 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

Sing a-to Lorelai-oh

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

Their howling is through

Sing a-to Lorelai-oh

So I reach for her hand but her eyes turn to poison

And her hair turns to splinters

And her flesh turns to brine

She leaps across the room, she stands in the window

And screams that my first-born

Will surely be blind

Sing a-to Lorelai-oh

Then 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

Sing a-to Lorelai-oh

So walk these hills lightly and watch who you're loving

By our mother the mountain

I swear that it's true

And love not a woman with hair black as midnight

And a dress made of satin

All shimmering blue

Sing a-to Lorelai-oh

My lover comes to me with a rose on her bosom

The moon's dancing purple all through her black hair

And her lady's in waiting, she'll stand 'neath my window

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