Loreena McKennitt

^d The wind was a torrent of darkness
^A# among the ^C ghastly trees
^d the moon was a ghostly galleon
^A# tossed upon ^C the cloudy seas
g C F/C
The road was a ribbon of moonlight
^d over the ^A# purple ^C moor
g C F/C
when the highwayman came riding,
^d ridin ^A# g, rid ^C ing,
g C F/C
the highwayman came riding
d A# g
up to the old inn door.