Ochs Phil - Highwayman - Sözleri

The wind was a torrent of darkness


Among the gusty trees


The moon was a ghostly galleon


Tossed upon cloudy seas


And the road was a ribbon of moonlight


Over the purple moor


And the highwayman came riding, riding, riding


Yes, the highwayman came riding


Up to the old inn door


Over the cobbles he clattered


And clashed in the darkened yard


And he tapped with his whip at the window


But all was locked and barred


So he whistled a tune to the window


And who should be waiting there


But the landlord's black eyed daughter


Bess the landlord's daughter


Plaiting a dark red love knot


Into her long black hair


One kiss, my bonny sweetheart


For I'm after a prize tonight


But I shall be back with the yellow gold


Before the morning light


Yet if they press me sharply


Harry me through the day


Oh, then look for me by moonlight


Watch for me by moonlight


And I'll come to thee by moonlight


Though Hell should bar the way


He did not come at the dawning


No, he did not come at the noon


And out of the tawny sunset


before the rise of the moon


When the road was a gypsy's ribbon


Looping the purple moor


Oh a redcoat troop came marching, marching, marching


King George's men came marching


Up to the old inn door


And they bound the landlord's daughter


with many a sniggering jest


And they bound the musket beside her


With the barrel beneath her breast


Now keep good watch and they kissed her


She heard the dead man say


"Oh look for me by moonlight


Watch for me by moonlight


And I'll come to thee by moonlight


Though Hell should bar the way"


Look for me by moonlight


Hoof beats ringing clear


Watch for me by moonlight


Were they deaf that they did not hear


For he rode on the gypsy highway


She breathed one final breath


Then her finger moved in the moonlight


Her musket shattered the moonlight


And it shattered her breast in the moonlight


And warned him with her death


Oh he turned; he spurred on to the west


He did not know who stood


Out with her black hair a flowing down


Drenched with her own red blood


Oh not 'til the dawn had he heard it


And his face grew gray to hear


How Bess the landlord's daughter


The landlord's black eyed daughter


Had watched for her love in the moonlight


And died in the darkness there


Back he spurred like a madman


Shrieking a curse to the sky


With the white road smoking behind him


And his rapier brandished high


Blood red were his spurs in the golden noon


Wine red his velvet coat


When they shot him down on the highway


Down like a dog on the highway


And he lay in his blood on the highway


With a bunch of lace at his throat


And still on a winter's night they say


When the wind is in the trees


When the moon is a ghostly galleon


Tossed upon cloudy seas


When the road is a ribbon of moonlight


Over the purple moor


Oh the highwayman comes riding, riding, riding


Yes the highwayman comes riding


Up to the old inn door.














		
			



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