歌手:Phil Ochs
专辑:《There But For Fortune》

The Highwayman - Phil Ochs
The wind was a torrent of darkness

Among the gusty trees
The moon was a ghostly galleon

Tossed upon the cloudy seas
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 indoor
Over the cobbles he clattered
And clashed in the dark innyard
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters
But all was locked and barred;
So he whistled a tune to the window
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

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 moonlight
Watch for me by the 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 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 red coat troop came marching
Marching marching
King George's men came marching
Up to the old indoor
They boought the landlow catter
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 her
She heard the dead man say

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
Look it again in clear
Watch for me by moonlight
Where they dead that they did not here for he
Road down the Gypsy highway
She brings one final brother
That her finger move then the moon light
Her must keep shat her the moonlight

And then shat her brighten the moonlight
And walk him with her down
Oh
He turned; he spurred to the west;
He did not know who stood
Now with her black over follow down
Drenched with her own red blood
No not till the dawn had heard it;
And his face grew grey to hear
How Bess the landlord's daughter
The 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 the spurs
Then 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 his throat
And 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 moor
Oh a highwayman comes riding
Riding riding
Yes a highwayman comes riding
Up to the old indoor