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loreena mckennitt - the highwayman lyrics

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the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees
the moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon the cloudy seas
the road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor
and the highwayman came riding
riding, riding
the highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door

he’d a french c-cked hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin
a coat of claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
they fitted with never a wrinkle; his boots were up to the thigh!
and he rode with jeweled twinkle
his pistol b-tts a-twinkle
his rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jeweled sky

and o’er the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard
and he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
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, 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, and harry me through the day
then look for me by the moonlight
watch for me by the moonlight
i’ll come to thee by the moonlight, though h-ll should bar the way

he rose up right in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand
but she loosened her hair in the cas-m-nt! his face burnt like a brand
as the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
and he kissed its waves in the moonlight
(oh, sweet waves in the moonlight!)
then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west

he did not come at the dawning; he did not come at noon
and out of the tawny sunset, before the rise o’ the moon
when the road was a gypsy’s ribbon, looping the purple moor
a red-coat troop came marching
marching, marching
king george’s men came marching, up to the old inn-door

they said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead
but they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed;
two of them knelt at the cas-m-nt, with muskets at their side!
there was death at every window
h-ll at one dark window;
for bess could see, through the cas-m-nt the road that he would ride

they had tied her up to attention, with many a sn-ggering jest;
they had bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
“now keep good watch!” and they kissed her. she heard the dead man say
“look for me by the moonlight
watch for me by the moonlight
i’ll come to thee by the moonlight, though h-ll should bar the way!”

she twisted her hands behind her, but all the knots held good!
she writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
they stretched and strained in the darkness and the hours crawled on by like years!
till, now, on the stroke of midnight
cold, on the stroke of midnight
the tip of one finger touched it! the trigger at least was hers!

tot-a-lot tot-a-lot! had they heard it? the horse-hoofs ringing clear
tot-a-lot tot-a-lot, in the distance! were they deaf that they did not hear?
down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill
the highwayman came riding
riding, riding!
the red-coats looked to their priming! she stood up straight and still

tot-a-lot in the frosty silence! tot-a-lot, in the echoing night!
nearer he came and nearer! her face was like a light!
her eyes grew wide for a moment! she drew one last deep breath
then her finger moved in the moonlight
her musket shattered the moonlight
shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him with her death

he turned; he spurred to the west; he did not know she stood
bowed, with her head o’er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!
not till the dawn he heard it; his face grew grey 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

and back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky
with a white rope smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
blood-red were the spurs i’ the golden noon; wine-red was 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

still of a winter’s night, they say, when the wind is in the trees
when the moon is a ghostly galleon, tossed upon the cloudy seas
when the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor
the highwayman comes riding
riding, riding
the highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door

- loreena mckennitt lyrics

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