Song | The Highwayman |
Artist | Loreena McKennitt |
Album | The Book of Secrets |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作词 : McKennitt, Noyes |
[01:10.399] | The wind was a torrent of darkness |
[01:12.989] | Among the gusty trees |
[01:14.739] | |
[01:15.449] | The moon was a ghostly galleon |
[01:17.908] | |
[01:18.449] | Tossed upon the cloudy seas |
[01:20.949] | The road was a ribbon of moonlight |
[01:24.990] | Over the purple moor |
[01:26.699] | |
[01:26.789] | And the highwayman came riding |
[01:29.390] | |
[01:29.599] | Riding, riding |
[01:31.969] | |
[01:32.908] | The highwayman came riding |
[01:34.669] | |
[01:35.289] | Up to the old inn-door |
[01:37.789] | |
[01:39.878] | He'd a French cocked hat on his forehead |
[01:42.519] | A bunch of lace at his chin |
[01:44.638] | |
[01:45.209] | A coat of claret velvet |
[01:47.279] | |
[01:48.890] | And breeches of brown doe-skin |
[01:50.699] | |
[01:50.848] | They fitted with never a wrinkle |
[01:53.608] | His boots were up to the thigh |
[01:56.419] | And he rode with a jeweled twinkle |
[01:58.759] | |
[01:59.319] | His pistol butts a-twinkle |
[02:01.489] | |
[02:02.389] | His rapier hilt a-twinkle |
[02:04.599] | |
[02:04.899] | Under the jeweled sky |
[02:06.979] | |
[02:09.610] | And over the cobbles he clattered |
[02:11.989] | And clashed in the dark inn yard |
[02:14.810] | And he tapped with his whip on the shutters |
[02:14.900] | |
[02:17.760] | But all was locked and barred |
[02:20.210] | He whistled a tune to the window |
[02:23.410] | And who should be waiting there |
[02:25.360] | |
[02:26.100] | But the landlord's black-eyed daughter |
[02:28.300] | |
[02:28.929] | Bess, the landlord's daughter |
[02:31.310] | |
[02:32.250] | Plaiting a dark red love-knot |
[02:34.570] | Into her long black hair |
[02:36.590] | |
[02:39.210] | "One kiss, my bonny sweetheart |
[02:41.590] | I'm after a prize tonight |
[02:43.660] | |
[02:44.660] | But I shall be back with the yellow gold |
[02:47.560] | Before the morning light |
[02:49.370] | |
[02:50.370] | Yet if they press me sharply |
[02:52.429] | |
[02:53.700] | And harry me through the day |
[02:55.400] | |
[02:55.750] | Then look for me by the moonlight |
[02:58.660] | Watch for me by the moonlight |
[03:00.900] | |
[03:01.800] | I'll come to thee by the moonlight |
[03:04.350] | Though hell should bar the way |
[03:06.270] | |
[03:08.770] | He rose upright in the stirrups |
[03:11.290] | He scarce could reach her hand |
[03:13.480] | |
[03:14.240] | But she loosened her hair in the casement |
[03:16.950] | His face burnt like a brand |
[03:19.100] | |
[03:19.700] | As the black cascade of the perfume |
[03:22.640] | Came tumbling over his breast |
[03:24.640] | |
[03:25.390] | And he kissed its waves in the moonlight |
[03:27.720] | |
[03:28.400] | Oh, sweet waves in the moonlight |
[03:30.480] | |
[03:31.700] | He tugged at his rein in the moonlight |
[03:33.990] | And galloped away to the west |
[03:36.490] | |
[04:02.490] | He did not come at the dawning |
[04:04.360] | |
[04:04.930] | He did not come at noon |
[04:07.600] | |
[04:07.930] | And out of the tawny sunset |
[04:10.510] | Before the rise o' the moon |
[04:12.650] | |
[04:13.520] | When the road was a gypsy's ribbon |
[04:15.700] | |
[04:16.200] | Looping the purple moor |
[04:18.360] | |
[04:19.100] | A red-coat troop came marching |
[04:21.369] | |
[04:22.200] | Marching, marching |
[04:23.689] | |
[04:25.0] | King George's men came marching |
[04:26.810] | |
[04:27.680] | Up to the old inn-door |
[04:29.960] | |
[04:32.800] | They said no word to the landlord |
[04:34.400] | |
[04:34.659] | They drank his ale instead |
[04:36.420] | |
[04:37.360] | But they gagged his daughter and bound her |
[04:40.240] | To the foot of her narrow bed |
[04:42.440] | |
[04:43.0] | Two of them knelt at the casement |
[04:45.830] | With muskets at their side |
[04:47.710] | |
[04:48.520] | There was death at every window |
[04:50.600] | |
[04:51.540] | Hell at one dark window |
[04:53.720] | |
[04:54.530] | For Bess could see through the casement |
[04:57.900] | The road that he would ride |
[04:59.300] | |
[05:01.820] | They had tied her up to attention |
[05:04.270] | With many a niggering jest |
[05:06.330] | |
[05:07.700] | They had bound a musket beside her |
[05:09.960] | With the barrel beneath her breast |
[05:11.800] | |
[05:12.490] | "Now keep good watch", and they kissed her |
[05:15.690] | She heard the dead man say |
[05:18.330] | "Look for me by the moonlight |
[05:20.630] | |
[05:21.400] | Watch for me by the moonlight |
[05:23.520] | |
[05:24.200] | I'll come to thee by the moonlight |
[05:26.860] | Though hell should bar the way" |
[05:28.870] | |
[05:31.220] | She twisted her hands behind her |
[05:33.280] | But all the knots held good |
[05:35.620] | |
[05:37.500] | She writhed her hands till her fingers |
[05:39.630] | Were wet with sweat or blood |
[05:41.640] | |
[05:42.520] | They stretched and strained in the darkness |
[05:45.210] | And the hours crawled by like years |
[05:47.350] | |
[05:48.300] | Till now on the stroke of midnight |
[05:50.230] | |
[05:50.860] | Cold on the stroke of midnight |
[05:53.600] | |
[05:53.810] | The tip of one finger touched it |
[05:56.440] | The trigger at least was hers |
[05:58.470] | |
[06:15.900] | Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, had they heard it? |
[06:17.450] | |
[06:18.0] | The horses hoofs ring clear |
[06:19.770] | |
[06:20.710] | Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance |
[06:23.400] | Were they deaf that they did not hear? |
[06:25.480] | |
[06:26.600] | Down the ribbon of moonlight |
[06:28.550] | |
[06:29.900] | Over the brow of the hill |
[06:31.230] | |
[06:31.810] | The highwayman came riding |
[06:33.810] | |
[06:34.640] | Riding, riding |
[06:36.380] | |
[06:37.960] | The red-coats looked to their priming |
[06:39.710] | |
[06:40.270] | She stood up straight and still |
[06:42.600] | |
[06:44.670] | Tlot, in the frosty silence |
[06:46.560] | |
[06:47.300] | Tlot, in the echoing night |
[06:49.300] | |
[06:50.310] | Nearer he came and nearer |
[06:52.370] | |
[06:52.950] | Her face was like a light |
[06:55.700] | |
[06:55.840] | Her eyes grew wide for a moment |
[06:58.600] | She drew one last deep breath |
[07:00.660] | |
[07:01.340] | Then her finger moved in the moonlight |
[07:04.230] | Her musket shattered the moonlight |
[07:06.540] | |
[07:07.360] | Shattered her breast in the moonlight |
[07:09.850] | And warned him with her death |
[07:11.910] | |
[07:14.440] | He turned, he spurred to the west |
[07:16.950] | He did not know she stood |
[07:19.400] | |
[07:19.920] | Bowed with her head o'er the musket |
[07:22.500] | Drenched with her own red blood |
[07:24.700] | |
[07:25.390] | Not till the dawn he heard it |
[07:28.210] | His face grew gray to hear |
[07:30.410] | |
[07:31.400] | How Bess, the landlord's daughter |
[07:33.500] | |
[07:33.830] | The landlord's black-eyed daughter |
[07:36.700] | Had watched for her love in the moonlight |
[07:36.800] | |
[07:39.460] | And died in the darkness there |
[07:41.970] | |
[07:44.300] | And back, he spurred like a madman |
[07:46.540] | Shrieking a curse to the sky |
[07:49.370] | With the white road smoking behind him |
[07:53.0] | And his rapier brandished high |
[07:54.800] | |
[07:54.950] | Blood-red were the spurs in the gold moon |
[07:58.200] | Wine-red was his velvet coat |
[07:59.980] | |
[08:00.600] | When they shot him down on the highway |
[08:03.490] | Down like a dog on the highway |
[08:05.680] | |
[08:06.250] | And he lay in his blood on the highway |
[08:10.0] | With the bunch of lace at his throat |
[08:11.340] | |
[08:29.400] | Still of a winter's night, they say |
[08:32.200] | When the wind is in the trees |
[08:34.390] | |
[08:34.588] | When the moon is a ghostly galleon |
[08:37.289] | Tossed upon the cloudy seas |
[08:39.899] | |
[08:40.299] | When the road is a ribbon of moonlight |
[08:43.198] | Over the purple moor |
[08:45.489] | |
[08:45.758] | A highwayman comes riding |
[08:48.190] | |
[08:48.899] | Riding, riding |
[08:50.659] | |
[08:52.290] | A highwayman comes riding |
[08:53.529] | |
[08:54.649] | Up to the old inn-door |
[08:57.239] | |
[09:12.409] |
[00:00.00] | zuo ci : McKennitt, Noyes |
[01:10.399] | The wind was a torrent of darkness |
[01:12.989] | Among the gusty trees |
[01:14.739] | |
[01:15.449] | The moon was a ghostly galleon |
[01:17.908] | |
[01:18.449] | Tossed upon the cloudy seas |
[01:20.949] | The road was a ribbon of moonlight |
[01:24.990] | Over the purple moor |
[01:26.699] | |
[01:26.789] | And the highwayman came riding |
[01:29.390] | |
[01:29.599] | Riding, riding |
[01:31.969] | |
[01:32.908] | The highwayman came riding |
[01:34.669] | |
[01:35.289] | Up to the old inndoor |
[01:37.789] | |
[01:39.878] | He' d a French cocked hat on his forehead |
[01:42.519] | A bunch of lace at his chin |
[01:44.638] | |
[01:45.209] | A coat of claret velvet |
[01:47.279] | |
[01:48.890] | And breeches of brown doeskin |
[01:50.699] | |
[01:50.848] | They fitted with never a wrinkle |
[01:53.608] | His boots were up to the thigh |
[01:56.419] | And he rode with a jeweled twinkle |
[01:58.759] | |
[01:59.319] | His pistol butts atwinkle |
[02:01.489] | |
[02:02.389] | His rapier hilt atwinkle |
[02:04.599] | |
[02:04.899] | Under the jeweled sky |
[02:06.979] | |
[02:09.610] | And over the cobbles he clattered |
[02:11.989] | And clashed in the dark inn yard |
[02:14.810] | And he tapped with his whip on the shutters |
[02:14.900] | |
[02:17.760] | But all was locked and barred |
[02:20.210] | He whistled a tune to the window |
[02:23.410] | And who should be waiting there |
[02:25.360] | |
[02:26.100] | But the landlord' s blackeyed daughter |
[02:28.300] | |
[02:28.929] | Bess, the landlord' s daughter |
[02:31.310] | |
[02:32.250] | Plaiting a dark red loveknot |
[02:34.570] | Into her long black hair |
[02:36.590] | |
[02:39.210] | " One kiss, my bonny sweetheart |
[02:41.590] | I' m after a prize tonight |
[02:43.660] | |
[02:44.660] | But I shall be back with the yellow gold |
[02:47.560] | Before the morning light |
[02:49.370] | |
[02:50.370] | Yet if they press me sharply |
[02:52.429] | |
[02:53.700] | And harry me through the day |
[02:55.400] | |
[02:55.750] | Then look for me by the moonlight |
[02:58.660] | Watch for me by the moonlight |
[03:00.900] | |
[03:01.800] | I' ll come to thee by the moonlight |
[03:04.350] | Though hell should bar the way |
[03:06.270] | |
[03:08.770] | He rose upright in the stirrups |
[03:11.290] | He scarce could reach her hand |
[03:13.480] | |
[03:14.240] | But she loosened her hair in the casement |
[03:16.950] | His face burnt like a brand |
[03:19.100] | |
[03:19.700] | As the black cascade of the perfume |
[03:22.640] | Came tumbling over his breast |
[03:24.640] | |
[03:25.390] | And he kissed its waves in the moonlight |
[03:27.720] | |
[03:28.400] | Oh, sweet waves in the moonlight |
[03:30.480] | |
[03:31.700] | He tugged at his rein in the moonlight |
[03:33.990] | And galloped away to the west |
[03:36.490] | |
[04:02.490] | He did not come at the dawning |
[04:04.360] | |
[04:04.930] | He did not come at noon |
[04:07.600] | |
[04:07.930] | And out of the tawny sunset |
[04:10.510] | Before the rise o' the moon |
[04:12.650] | |
[04:13.520] | When the road was a gypsy' s ribbon |
[04:15.700] | |
[04:16.200] | Looping the purple moor |
[04:18.360] | |
[04:19.100] | A redcoat troop came marching |
[04:21.369] | |
[04:22.200] | Marching, marching |
[04:23.689] | |
[04:25.0] | King George' s men came marching |
[04:26.810] | |
[04:27.680] | Up to the old inndoor |
[04:29.960] | |
[04:32.800] | They said no word to the landlord |
[04:34.400] | |
[04:34.659] | They drank his ale instead |
[04:36.420] | |
[04:37.360] | But they gagged his daughter and bound her |
[04:40.240] | To the foot of her narrow bed |
[04:42.440] | |
[04:43.0] | Two of them knelt at the casement |
[04:45.830] | With muskets at their side |
[04:47.710] | |
[04:48.520] | There was death at every window |
[04:50.600] | |
[04:51.540] | Hell at one dark window |
[04:53.720] | |
[04:54.530] | For Bess could see through the casement |
[04:57.900] | The road that he would ride |
[04:59.300] | |
[05:01.820] | They had tied her up to attention |
[05:04.270] | With many a niggering jest |
[05:06.330] | |
[05:07.700] | They had bound a musket beside her |
[05:09.960] | With the barrel beneath her breast |
[05:11.800] | |
[05:12.490] | " Now keep good watch", and they kissed her |
[05:15.690] | She heard the dead man say |
[05:18.330] | " Look for me by the moonlight |
[05:20.630] | |
[05:21.400] | Watch for me by the moonlight |
[05:23.520] | |
[05:24.200] | I' ll come to thee by the moonlight |
[05:26.860] | Though hell should bar the way" |
[05:28.870] | |
[05:31.220] | She twisted her hands behind her |
[05:33.280] | But all the knots held good |
[05:35.620] | |
[05:37.500] | She writhed her hands till her fingers |
[05:39.630] | Were wet with sweat or blood |
[05:41.640] | |
[05:42.520] | They stretched and strained in the darkness |
[05:45.210] | And the hours crawled by like years |
[05:47.350] | |
[05:48.300] | Till now on the stroke of midnight |
[05:50.230] | |
[05:50.860] | Cold on the stroke of midnight |
[05:53.600] | |
[05:53.810] | The tip of one finger touched it |
[05:56.440] | The trigger at least was hers |
[05:58.470] | |
[06:15.900] | Tlottlot, tlottlot, had they heard it? |
[06:17.450] | |
[06:18.0] | The horses hoofs ring clear |
[06:19.770] | |
[06:20.710] | Tlottlot, tlottlot, in the distance |
[06:23.400] | Were they deaf that they did not hear? |
[06:25.480] | |
[06:26.600] | Down the ribbon of moonlight |
[06:28.550] | |
[06:29.900] | Over the brow of the hill |
[06:31.230] | |
[06:31.810] | The highwayman came riding |
[06:33.810] | |
[06:34.640] | Riding, riding |
[06:36.380] | |
[06:37.960] | The redcoats looked to their priming |
[06:39.710] | |
[06:40.270] | She stood up straight and still |
[06:42.600] | |
[06:44.670] | Tlot, in the frosty silence |
[06:46.560] | |
[06:47.300] | Tlot, in the echoing night |
[06:49.300] | |
[06:50.310] | Nearer he came and nearer |
[06:52.370] | |
[06:52.950] | Her face was like a light |
[06:55.700] | |
[06:55.840] | Her eyes grew wide for a moment |
[06:58.600] | She drew one last deep breath |
[07:00.660] | |
[07:01.340] | Then her finger moved in the moonlight |
[07:04.230] | Her musket shattered the moonlight |
[07:06.540] | |
[07:07.360] | Shattered her breast in the moonlight |
[07:09.850] | And warned him with her death |
[07:11.910] | |
[07:14.440] | He turned, he spurred to the west |
[07:16.950] | He did not know she stood |
[07:19.400] | |
[07:19.920] | Bowed with her head o' er the musket |
[07:22.500] | Drenched with her own red blood |
[07:24.700] | |
[07:25.390] | Not till the dawn he heard it |
[07:28.210] | His face grew gray to hear |
[07:30.410] | |
[07:31.400] | How Bess, the landlord' s daughter |
[07:33.500] | |
[07:33.830] | The landlord' s blackeyed daughter |
[07:36.700] | Had watched for her love in the moonlight |
[07:36.800] | |
[07:39.460] | And died in the darkness there |
[07:41.970] | |
[07:44.300] | And back, he spurred like a madman |
[07:46.540] | Shrieking a curse to the sky |
[07:49.370] | With the white road smoking behind him |
[07:53.0] | And his rapier brandished high |
[07:54.800] | |
[07:54.950] | Bloodred were the spurs in the gold moon |
[07:58.200] | Winered was his velvet coat |
[07:59.980] | |
[08:00.600] | When they shot him down on the highway |
[08:03.490] | Down like a dog on the highway |
[08:05.680] | |
[08:06.250] | And he lay in his blood on the highway |
[08:10.0] | With the bunch of lace at his throat |
[08:11.340] | |
[08:29.400] | Still of a winter' s night, they say |
[08:32.200] | When the wind is in the trees |
[08:34.390] | |
[08:34.588] | When the moon is a ghostly galleon |
[08:37.289] | Tossed upon the cloudy seas |
[08:39.899] | |
[08:40.299] | When the road is a ribbon of moonlight |
[08:43.198] | Over the purple moor |
[08:45.489] | |
[08:45.758] | A highwayman comes riding |
[08:48.190] | |
[08:48.899] | Riding, riding |
[08:50.659] | |
[08:52.290] | A highwayman comes riding |
[08:53.529] | |
[08:54.649] | Up to the old inndoor |
[08:57.239] | |
[09:12.409] |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : McKennitt, Noyes |
[01:10.399] | The wind was a torrent of darkness |
[01:12.989] | Among the gusty trees |
[01:14.739] | |
[01:15.449] | The moon was a ghostly galleon |
[01:17.908] | |
[01:18.449] | Tossed upon the cloudy seas |
[01:20.949] | The road was a ribbon of moonlight |
[01:24.990] | Over the purple moor |
[01:26.699] | |
[01:26.789] | And the highwayman came riding |
[01:29.390] | |
[01:29.599] | Riding, riding |
[01:31.969] | |
[01:32.908] | The highwayman came riding |
[01:34.669] | |
[01:35.289] | Up to the old inndoor |
[01:37.789] | |
[01:39.878] | He' d a French cocked hat on his forehead |
[01:42.519] | A bunch of lace at his chin |
[01:44.638] | |
[01:45.209] | A coat of claret velvet |
[01:47.279] | |
[01:48.890] | And breeches of brown doeskin |
[01:50.699] | |
[01:50.848] | They fitted with never a wrinkle |
[01:53.608] | His boots were up to the thigh |
[01:56.419] | And he rode with a jeweled twinkle |
[01:58.759] | |
[01:59.319] | His pistol butts atwinkle |
[02:01.489] | |
[02:02.389] | His rapier hilt atwinkle |
[02:04.599] | |
[02:04.899] | Under the jeweled sky |
[02:06.979] | |
[02:09.610] | And over the cobbles he clattered |
[02:11.989] | And clashed in the dark inn yard |
[02:14.810] | And he tapped with his whip on the shutters |
[02:14.900] | |
[02:17.760] | But all was locked and barred |
[02:20.210] | He whistled a tune to the window |
[02:23.410] | And who should be waiting there |
[02:25.360] | |
[02:26.100] | But the landlord' s blackeyed daughter |
[02:28.300] | |
[02:28.929] | Bess, the landlord' s daughter |
[02:31.310] | |
[02:32.250] | Plaiting a dark red loveknot |
[02:34.570] | Into her long black hair |
[02:36.590] | |
[02:39.210] | " One kiss, my bonny sweetheart |
[02:41.590] | I' m after a prize tonight |
[02:43.660] | |
[02:44.660] | But I shall be back with the yellow gold |
[02:47.560] | Before the morning light |
[02:49.370] | |
[02:50.370] | Yet if they press me sharply |
[02:52.429] | |
[02:53.700] | And harry me through the day |
[02:55.400] | |
[02:55.750] | Then look for me by the moonlight |
[02:58.660] | Watch for me by the moonlight |
[03:00.900] | |
[03:01.800] | I' ll come to thee by the moonlight |
[03:04.350] | Though hell should bar the way |
[03:06.270] | |
[03:08.770] | He rose upright in the stirrups |
[03:11.290] | He scarce could reach her hand |
[03:13.480] | |
[03:14.240] | But she loosened her hair in the casement |
[03:16.950] | His face burnt like a brand |
[03:19.100] | |
[03:19.700] | As the black cascade of the perfume |
[03:22.640] | Came tumbling over his breast |
[03:24.640] | |
[03:25.390] | And he kissed its waves in the moonlight |
[03:27.720] | |
[03:28.400] | Oh, sweet waves in the moonlight |
[03:30.480] | |
[03:31.700] | He tugged at his rein in the moonlight |
[03:33.990] | And galloped away to the west |
[03:36.490] | |
[04:02.490] | He did not come at the dawning |
[04:04.360] | |
[04:04.930] | He did not come at noon |
[04:07.600] | |
[04:07.930] | And out of the tawny sunset |
[04:10.510] | Before the rise o' the moon |
[04:12.650] | |
[04:13.520] | When the road was a gypsy' s ribbon |
[04:15.700] | |
[04:16.200] | Looping the purple moor |
[04:18.360] | |
[04:19.100] | A redcoat troop came marching |
[04:21.369] | |
[04:22.200] | Marching, marching |
[04:23.689] | |
[04:25.0] | King George' s men came marching |
[04:26.810] | |
[04:27.680] | Up to the old inndoor |
[04:29.960] | |
[04:32.800] | They said no word to the landlord |
[04:34.400] | |
[04:34.659] | They drank his ale instead |
[04:36.420] | |
[04:37.360] | But they gagged his daughter and bound her |
[04:40.240] | To the foot of her narrow bed |
[04:42.440] | |
[04:43.0] | Two of them knelt at the casement |
[04:45.830] | With muskets at their side |
[04:47.710] | |
[04:48.520] | There was death at every window |
[04:50.600] | |
[04:51.540] | Hell at one dark window |
[04:53.720] | |
[04:54.530] | For Bess could see through the casement |
[04:57.900] | The road that he would ride |
[04:59.300] | |
[05:01.820] | They had tied her up to attention |
[05:04.270] | With many a niggering jest |
[05:06.330] | |
[05:07.700] | They had bound a musket beside her |
[05:09.960] | With the barrel beneath her breast |
[05:11.800] | |
[05:12.490] | " Now keep good watch", and they kissed her |
[05:15.690] | She heard the dead man say |
[05:18.330] | " Look for me by the moonlight |
[05:20.630] | |
[05:21.400] | Watch for me by the moonlight |
[05:23.520] | |
[05:24.200] | I' ll come to thee by the moonlight |
[05:26.860] | Though hell should bar the way" |
[05:28.870] | |
[05:31.220] | She twisted her hands behind her |
[05:33.280] | But all the knots held good |
[05:35.620] | |
[05:37.500] | She writhed her hands till her fingers |
[05:39.630] | Were wet with sweat or blood |
[05:41.640] | |
[05:42.520] | They stretched and strained in the darkness |
[05:45.210] | And the hours crawled by like years |
[05:47.350] | |
[05:48.300] | Till now on the stroke of midnight |
[05:50.230] | |
[05:50.860] | Cold on the stroke of midnight |
[05:53.600] | |
[05:53.810] | The tip of one finger touched it |
[05:56.440] | The trigger at least was hers |
[05:58.470] | |
[06:15.900] | Tlottlot, tlottlot, had they heard it? |
[06:17.450] | |
[06:18.0] | The horses hoofs ring clear |
[06:19.770] | |
[06:20.710] | Tlottlot, tlottlot, in the distance |
[06:23.400] | Were they deaf that they did not hear? |
[06:25.480] | |
[06:26.600] | Down the ribbon of moonlight |
[06:28.550] | |
[06:29.900] | Over the brow of the hill |
[06:31.230] | |
[06:31.810] | The highwayman came riding |
[06:33.810] | |
[06:34.640] | Riding, riding |
[06:36.380] | |
[06:37.960] | The redcoats looked to their priming |
[06:39.710] | |
[06:40.270] | She stood up straight and still |
[06:42.600] | |
[06:44.670] | Tlot, in the frosty silence |
[06:46.560] | |
[06:47.300] | Tlot, in the echoing night |
[06:49.300] | |
[06:50.310] | Nearer he came and nearer |
[06:52.370] | |
[06:52.950] | Her face was like a light |
[06:55.700] | |
[06:55.840] | Her eyes grew wide for a moment |
[06:58.600] | She drew one last deep breath |
[07:00.660] | |
[07:01.340] | Then her finger moved in the moonlight |
[07:04.230] | Her musket shattered the moonlight |
[07:06.540] | |
[07:07.360] | Shattered her breast in the moonlight |
[07:09.850] | And warned him with her death |
[07:11.910] | |
[07:14.440] | He turned, he spurred to the west |
[07:16.950] | He did not know she stood |
[07:19.400] | |
[07:19.920] | Bowed with her head o' er the musket |
[07:22.500] | Drenched with her own red blood |
[07:24.700] | |
[07:25.390] | Not till the dawn he heard it |
[07:28.210] | His face grew gray to hear |
[07:30.410] | |
[07:31.400] | How Bess, the landlord' s daughter |
[07:33.500] | |
[07:33.830] | The landlord' s blackeyed daughter |
[07:36.700] | Had watched for her love in the moonlight |
[07:36.800] | |
[07:39.460] | And died in the darkness there |
[07:41.970] | |
[07:44.300] | And back, he spurred like a madman |
[07:46.540] | Shrieking a curse to the sky |
[07:49.370] | With the white road smoking behind him |
[07:53.0] | And his rapier brandished high |
[07:54.800] | |
[07:54.950] | Bloodred were the spurs in the gold moon |
[07:58.200] | Winered was his velvet coat |
[07:59.980] | |
[08:00.600] | When they shot him down on the highway |
[08:03.490] | Down like a dog on the highway |
[08:05.680] | |
[08:06.250] | And he lay in his blood on the highway |
[08:10.0] | With the bunch of lace at his throat |
[08:11.340] | |
[08:29.400] | Still of a winter' s night, they say |
[08:32.200] | When the wind is in the trees |
[08:34.390] | |
[08:34.588] | When the moon is a ghostly galleon |
[08:37.289] | Tossed upon the cloudy seas |
[08:39.899] | |
[08:40.299] | When the road is a ribbon of moonlight |
[08:43.198] | Over the purple moor |
[08:45.489] | |
[08:45.758] | A highwayman comes riding |
[08:48.190] | |
[08:48.899] | Riding, riding |
[08:50.659] | |
[08:52.290] | A highwayman comes riding |
[08:53.529] | |
[08:54.649] | Up to the old inndoor |
[08:57.239] | |
[09:12.409] |