The Highwayman - Live

The wind was a torrent of darkness
 Among the gusty trees
 The moon was a ghostly galleon
 Tossed upon cloudy seas
 And the road was a ribbon of moonlight
 Over the purple moor
 And the highwayman came riding, riding, riding
 Yes, the highwayman came riding
 Up to the old inn door
 Over the cobbles he clattered
 And clashed in the darkened yard
 And he tapped with his whip on the window
 But all was locked and barred
 So 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
 For 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
 Oh, then look for me by moonlight
 Watch for me by moonlight
 And I'll come to thee by moonlight
 Though hell should bar the way
 He did not come at the dawning
 No, he did not come at the noon
 And out of the tawny sunset
 Before the rise of the moon
 When the road was a gypsy's ribbon
 Looping the purple moor
 Oh, a redcoat troop came marching, marching, marching
 King George's men came marching
 Up to the old inn door
 And they bound the landlord's daughter
 With many a sniggering jest
 And they bound the musket beside her
 With the barrel beneath her breast
 Now, keep good watch and they kissed her
 She heard the dead man say
 "Oh, look for me by moonlight
 Watch for me by moonlight
 And I'll come to thee by moonlight
 Though hell should bar the way"
 "Look for me by moonlight
 Hoof beats ringing clear
 Watch for me by moonlight
 Were they deaf that they did not hear"
 For he rode on the gypsy highway
 She breathed one final breath
 Then her finger moved in the moonlight
 Her musket shattered the moonlight
 And it shattered her breast in the moonlight
 And warned him with her death
 Oh, he turned, he spurred on to the west
 He did not know who stood
 Out with her black hair a-flowing down
 Drenched with her own red blood
 No, not till the dawn had he heard it
 And his face grew gray to hear
 How Bess, the landlord's daughter
 Landlord's black-eyed daughter
 Had watched for her love in the moonlight
 And died in the darkness there
 Back he spurred like a madman
 Shrieking a curse to the sky
 With the white road smoking behind him
 And his rapier brandished high
 Blood red were his spurs in the golden noon
 Wine red 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
 And still on a winter's night they say
 When the wind is in the trees
 When the moon is a ghostly galleon
 Tossed upon cloudy seas
 When the road is a ribbon of moonlight
 Over the purple moor
 Oh, the highwayman comes riding, riding, riding
 Yes, the highwayman comes riding
 Up to the old inn door