[Intro]
[Verse]
My lover comes to me with a rose on her bosom
The moon s dancing purple all through her black hair
And a ladies-in-waiting she stands neath my window
And the sun will rise soon on the false and the fair
[Chorus]
Singing too-rah loo-re-la-a
Singing too-rah loo-re-la-a
[Verse]
She tells me she comes from my 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
[Chorus]
Singing too-rah loo-re-la-a
Singing too-rah loo-re-la-a
[Verse]
I watch her, I love her, I long for to touch her
The satin she s wearing is shimmering blue
Outside of my window her ladies are sleeping
My dogs have gone hunting, the howling is through
[Chorus]
Singing too-rah loo-re-la-a
Singing too-rah loo-re-la-a
[Verse]
So I reached for her hand and her eyes turned to poison
And her hair turns to splinters and her flesh turns to brine
She leaps cross the room, she stands in the window
And screams that my first-born will surely be blind
[Verse]
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
[Chorus]
Singing too-rah loo-re-la-a
Singing too-rah loo-re-la-a
[Verse]
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
[Chorus]
Singing too-rah loo-re-la-a
Singing too-rah loo-re-la-a
[Chorus]
Singing too-rah loo-re-la-a
Singing too-rah loo-re-la-a
