Our Mother The Mountain Chords by Townes Van Zandt

[D] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ My lover comes to me with a rose on her bosom
[F] The moon's [E] dancing purple [Am] all through her [Dm] black hair
And _ _ _ _ _ _ her ladies-in-waiting
She'll stand neath my window [F] and the Sun will [E] rise [Bm] soon [Am] on the false and the [Dm] fair
_ Sing a [C] tune
_ _ [Am] Of her [Dm] lie-o
She _ _ _ _ _ _ _ tells me she comes from my mother the mountain and [F] her skin fits [Em] her
_ [Am] Tightly and her lips do not [Dm] lie
She _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] silently slips from [Dm] her throat a medallion
[F] _
Slowly [Em] she twirls it [Am] in front of [Dm] my _ _ eye
[C] Sing it to
_ _ [Am] Her lie [Dm] _
-o
_ I'll _ _ _ _ _ _ watch her.
I love her and I long for to touch her
[F] _
Satin she's [Em] wearing a [Am] shimmer [Dm] and blue
And _ _ _ _ _ _ _ outside my window
Her ladies are sleeping.
[F] My dogs are [E] gone [Em] hunting [Am] the howling is [Dm] through
_ _ Sing [C] it to
_ her [Am] _ lie [D] _
[Dm]-o _ _ _ _ _ _ _
So I reach for her hand and her eyes turn to poison [F] and her hair [E] turns to
splinters [Am] and her flesh [Dm] turns to brine
_ She _ _ _ _ _ _ leaps across the room
She stands in the window
_ [F] Screams at [Em] my firstborn will [Am] surely be [Dm] blind
_ _ [Am] Sing it to _
[C] _ Her [Am] _ lie [Dm]-o
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Then she throws herself out to the black of the nightfall
[F] She's _ [E] parted her lips, [Am] but she 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 [Dm] be found
_ Sing [G] it _ to
[C] _ _ [Am] Her [Dm] lie-o _
So _ _ _ _ _ _ _ walk these hills lightly and watch who you're loving
[F] By our mother [E] the mountain [Am] I swear that it's [Dm] true
_ _ And _ _ _ _ _ love not a woman with hair black is midnight [F] and a dress [E] made of satin
[Am] all shimmer [Dm] and blue
_ _ [Am] Sing it to _ _
[C] _ [Am] Her lie [Dm] _ -o
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All my lover comes to me with a rose on her bosom
[F] The moon's [C] dancing purple [Am] all through her [Dm] black hair
_ And _ _ _ _ _ _ her ladies and waiting she'll stand neath my window
[F] The Sun will [Em] rise soon on [Am] the false and [Dm] the fair _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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