Loreena McKennitt

Highwayman

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