So walk these hills lightly and watch who you're lovin'
Love not a woman with hair black as midnight
She tells me she comes from my mother the mountain
Outside my window, her ladies are sleeping
She silently slips from her throat a medallion
I fly down the stairway and I run to the garden
I watch her, I love her, I long for to touch her
Her skin fits her tightly and her lips do not lie
So I reach for her hand and her eyes turns to poison
Slowly she twirls it in front of my eyes
And screams that my first-born will surely be blind
She throws herself out to the black of the nightfall
And her hair turns to splinters and her flesh turns to brine
No trace of my true love is there to be found
She's parted her lips but she makes not a sound
The satin she's wearin' is shimmering blue
My dogs have gone hunting, the howling is through
By mother the mountain, I swear that it's true
And the sun will rise soon on the false and the fair
She leaps 'cross the room, she stands in the window
And a ladies-in-waiting, she stands 'neath my window
