Luyện nghe bài hát Our Mother The Mountain

My lover comes to me a rose on her bosom
The moon's dancin' all through her black hair
And a ladies-in-waiting, she 'neath my window
And the sun will rise on the false and the fair

She tells me she comes from my mother the
Her skin fits her tightly and her do not lie
She slips from her throat a medallion
Slowly she twirls it in of my eyes

I her, I love her, I long for to touch her
The satin she's wearin' is blue
Outside my window, her ladies are
My have gone hunting, the howling is through

So I reach for her hand and her eyes to poison
And her hair turns to splinters and her flesh to brine
She leaps 'cross the room, she in the window
And screams that my will surely be blind

She throws out to the black of the nightfall
She's parted her but she makes not a sound
I fly the stairway and I run to the garden
No of my true love is there to be found

So walk these hills lightly and watch who lovin'
By mother the mountain, I swear that it's
Love not a woman with hair black as
And her dress made of satin, all shimmering