Townes Van Zandt - Our Mother The Mountain - аккорды

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[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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My lover comes to me with a rose on her bosom
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The moon's dancin' purple all through her black hair
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And a lady's in waiting she'll stand 'neath my window
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And the sun will rise soon on the false and the fair
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Sing a-too a-loor-a-lie-o

[Verse 2]
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She tells me she comes from my mother the mountain
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Her skin fits her tightly and her lips do not lie
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She silently slips from her throat a medallion
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Slowly she twirls it in front of my eyes
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Sing a-too a-loor-a-lie-o

[Verse 3]
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I watch her, I love her, I long for to touch her
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The satin she's wearin' is shimmering blue
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Outside my window her ladies are sleeping
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My dog's a-gone hunting, the howling is through
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Sing a-too a-loor-a-lie-o

[Verse 4]
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So I reach for her hand and her eyes turn to poison
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And her hair turns to splinters and her flesh turns to brine
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She leaps 'cross the room, she stands in the window
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And screams that my first-born will surely be blind
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Sing a-too a-loor-a-lie-o

[Verse 5]
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Then she throws herself out to the black of the nightfall
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She's parted her lips, but she makes not a sound
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I fly down the stairway and I run to the garden
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No trace of my true love is there to be found
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Sing a-too a-loor-a-lie-o

[Verse 6]
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So walk these hills lightly and watch who you're lovin'
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By mother the mountain, I swear that it's true
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And love not a woman with hair black as midnight
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And a dress made of satin all shimmering blue
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Sing a-too a-loor-a-lie-o

[Verse 7]
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Oh my lover comes to me with a rose on her bosom
    F              C/E        Am                Dm
The moon's dancing purple all through her black hair
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And a lady's in waiting, she'll stand 'neath my window
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And the sun will rise soon on the false and the fair