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| | Chris De Burgh -The Traveller lyrics | In from the coast, riding like the wind and racing the moon,
Shadows on the road, dancing and a-weaving like a crazy fool.
A horseman is coming, death in his heart, for a rendez-vous,
And where the traveller goes, nobody knows,
Where the traveller goes, nobody knows....
A candle in the night, fear on every face when he goes inside
(maybe hes on the run? )
Get back from the bar! a stranger in town is a dangerous sight
(maybe hes got a gun? )
Bring a bottle of whisky, ladlord, I wanna talk for a while.
And where the traveller goes, a cold wind blows,
Oh, where the traveller goes, a cold wind blows....
There is something in his eyes, something in his hands,
You can almost smell his revenge!
And whoever he is after, it will be disaster:
This man is gonna take him to the very end....
Well, the landlord he trembled, staring at a face hed seen somewhere before.
(you laid him in the ground)
Suddenly remembers a killing, yes, a murder, many years before.
(twas you that shot him down)
He said to a boy: saddle me the black, Ill meet you down below.
With this man I must talk, yes with this traveller Ill go,
With this man I must talk, yes with him I must go.
There is something in his eyes, something in his hands,
I can almost smell his revenge!
And its me that hes after, it will be disaster:
This man is gonna take me to the very end.... |
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