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Текст песни Phil Ochs - Highwayman

Phil Ochs - Highwayman слова песни




The wind was a torrent of darknessAmong the gusty treesThe moon was a ghostly galleonTossed upon cloudy seasAnd the road was a ribbon of moonlightOver the purple moorAnd the highwayman came riding, riding, ridingYes, the highwayman came ridingUp to the old inn doorOver the cobbles he clatteredAnd clashed in the darkened yardAnd he tapped with his whip at the windowBut all was locked and barredSo he whistled a tune to the windowAnd who should be waiting thereBut the landlord`s black eyed daughterBess the landlord`s daughterPlaiting a dark red love knotInto her long black hairOne kiss, my bonny sweetheartFor I`m after a prize tonightBut I shall be back with the yellow goldBefore the morning lightYet if they press me sharplyHarry me through the dayOh, then look for me by moonlightWatch for me by moonlightAnd I`ll come to thee by moonlightThough Hell should bar the wayHe did not come at the dawningNo, he did not come at the noonAnd out of the tawny sunsetbefore the rise of the moonWhen the road was a gypsy`s ribbonLooping the purple moorOh a redcoat troop came marching, marching, marchingKing George`s men came marchingUp to the old inn doorAnd they bound the landlord`s daughterwith many a sniggering jestAnd they bound the musket beside herWith the barrel beneath her breastNow keep good watch and they kissed herShe heard the dead man say"Oh look for me by moonlightWatch for me by moonlightAnd I`ll come to thee by moonlightThough Hell should bar the way"Look for me by moonlightHoof beats ringing clearWatch for me by moonlightWere they deaf that they did not hearFor he rode on the gypsy highwayShe breathed one final breathThen her finger moved in the moonlightHer musket shattered the moonlightAnd it shattered her breast in the moonlightAnd warned him with her deathOh he turned; he spurred on to the westHe did not know who stoodOut with her black hair a flowing downDrenched with her own red bloodOh not `til the dawn had he heard itAnd his face grew gray to hearHow Bess the landlord`s daughterThe landlord`s black eyed daughterHad watched for her love in the moonlightAnd died in the darkness thereBack he spurred like a madmanShrieking a curse to the skyWith the white road smoking behind himAnd his rapier brandished highBlood red were his spurs in the golden noonWine red his velvet coatWhen they shot him down on the highwayDown like a dog on the highwayAnd he lay in his blood on the highwayWith a bunch of lace at his throatAnd still on a winter`s night they sayWhen the wind is in the treesWhen the moon is a ghostly galleonTossed upon cloudy seasWhen the road is a ribbon of moonlightOver the purple moorOh the highwayman comes riding, riding, ridingYes the highwayman comes ridingUp to the old inn door.

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