Loreena McKennitt - The Highwayman
Music: Loreena McKennitt
lyrics: Alfred Noyes
abridged by Loreena McKennitt
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 cocked 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 a jewelled twinkle,
His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle
under the jewelled sky.
And over the cobbles he clattered
and clashed in the dark innyard
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters
but all wa
