Афонина Татьяна фотограф Москва

mckennitt loreena

The Highwayman

  m  h  m  h
414 3 часа назад

Текст песни mckennitt loreena - The Highwayman

mckennitt loreena - The Highwayman слова песни




The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty treesThe moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon the cloudy seasThe road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moorAnd the highwayman came riding,Riding, riding,The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-doorHe`d a french cocked hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chinA coat of claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skinThey 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 skyOver the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yardAnd he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked andbarred;He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting thereBut the landlord`s blackeyed daughter,Bess, the landlord`s daughterPlaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, 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,Then look for me by the moonlight,Watch for me by the moonlight,I`ll come to thee by the moonlight, though hell should bar the way"He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her handBut she loosened her hair I` the casement! His face burnt like a brandAs the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast; and hekissed itsWaves in the moonlight, (oh, sweet black waves in the moonlight!)The he tugged at his rein in the moonlight,And galloped away to the westHe did not come at the dawning; he did not come at noon,And out o` the tawny sunset, before the rise o` the moon,When the road was a gypsy`s ribbon, looping the purple moor,A red-coat troop came marching,Marching, marchingKing George`s men came marching, up to the old inn-doorThe said no word to the landlord, the drank his ale instead,But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrowbed;Two of them knelt at the casement, with muskets at their side!There was death at every windows,And hell at one dark window;For bess could see, through the casement, the road that he would rideThey had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest;They had bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!"Now keep good watch!" And they kissed herShe heard the dead man sayLook for me by the moonlightWatch for me by the moonlightI`ll come to thee by the moonlight, though hell should bar the way!She twisted her hands behind her, but all the knots held good!She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat of blood!They stretched and strained in the darkness and the hours crawled bylike years!Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,Cold, on the stroke of midnight,The tip of one finger touched it!The trigger at least was hers!Tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horse-hoofs were ringing clearTlot-tlot, in the distance!Were they deaf that they did not hear?Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hillThe highwayman came riding,Riding, riding!The red-coats looked to their priming!She stood up straight and still!Tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot, in the echoing night!Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light!Her eyes grew wide for a moment!She drew one last deep breath,Then her finger moved in the moonlight,Her musket shattered the moolight,Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him with her death!He turned; he spurred to the west; he did not know she stoodBowed, with her head o`er the musket, drenched with herOwn red blood! Not till the dawn he heard it; his face grew grey to hearHow bess, the landlord`s daughter,The landlord`s black-eyed daughter,Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darknessthereBack,he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the skyWith the white road smoking behind him and his rapierBrandished high! - blood-red were the spurs I` the golden noon;Wine-red was 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 the bunch of lace at histhroat.Still of a winter`s night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,When the moon is a ghostly galleon, tossed upon the cloudy seas,When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moorA highwayman comes riding,Riding, riding,A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.

Другие песни mckennitt loreena:

mckennitt loreena - Greensleeves
4 часа назад 341 (не задано)
mckennitt loreena - Huron `beltane` Fire Dance
5 часов назад 296 (не задано)
mckennitt loreena - In Praise Of Christmas
5 часов назад 217 (не задано)
mckennitt loreena - Kellswater
7 часов назад 220 (не задано)
mckennitt loreena - Let All That Are To Mirth Inclined
5 часов назад 218 (не задано)

Похожие артисты:

wispoz.com © 2007-2026