Lyrics The Highway Man (Live At Salle Pleyel, Paris/1998) - Loreena McKennitt
The
wind
was
a
torrent
of
darkness
among
the
ghastly
trees
the
moon
was
a
ghostly
galleon
tossed
upon
the
cloudy
seas
the
road
was
a
ribbon
of
moonlight
over
the
purple
moor
when
the
highwayman
came
riding,
riding,
riding,
the
highwayman
came
riding
up
to
the
old
inn
door.
He'd
a
french
cocked
hat
at
his
forehead
a
bunch
of
lace
at
his
chin
a
coat
of
claret
velvet
and
breeches
of
brown
doe-skin
they
fitted
with
nary
a
wrinkle
his
boots
were
up
to
the
thigh
and
he
rode
with
a
jeweled
twinkle
his
pistol
butts
a-twinkle
his
rapier
hilt
a-twinkle
under
the
jeweled
sky.
And
over
cobbles
he
clattered
and
clashed
in
the
dark
inn-yard
and
he
tapped
with
his
whip
on
the
shutters
but
all
was
locked
and
barred
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,
i'm
after
a
prize
tonight
but
i
should
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
up
right
in
the
stirrups
he
scarce
could
reach
her
hand
but
she
loosened
her
hair
in
the
casement
his
face
burned
like
a
brand
as
a
black
cascade
of
purfume
came
tumbling
over
his
breast
and
he
kissed
its
waves
in
the
moonlight
oh,
sweet
waves
in
the
moonlight
he
tugged
at
his
rein
in
the
moonlight
and
galloped
away
to
the
west.
He
did
not
come
at
the
dawning
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
a
redcoat
troop
came
marching
marching,
marching,
king
george's
men
came
marching
up
to
the
old
inn
door.
They
said
no
word
to
the
landlord
they
drank
his
ale
instead
but
they
gagged
his
daughter
and
bound
her
to
the
foot
of
her
narrow
bed
two
of
them
knelt
at
the
casement
with
muskets
at
their
side
there
was
death
at
every
window
hell
at
one
dark
window
for
bess
could
see
through
the
casement
the
road
that
he
would
ride.
They
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
her
she
heard
the
dead
man
say
"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."
She
twisted
her
hands
behind
her
but
all
the
knots
held
good!
but
she
writhed
her
hands
'til
her
fingers
were
wet
with
sweat
or
blood
they
stretched
and
strained
in
the
darkness
and
the
hours
crawled
by
like
years
till
now
on
the
stroke
of
midnight
cold
on
the
stroke
of
midnight
the
tip
of
her
finger
touched
it
the
trigger
at
least
was
hers.
Tot-a-lot,
tot-a-lot
had
they
heard
it?
the
horse's
hooves
rang
clear
tot-a-lot,
tot-a-lot
in
the
distance
were
they
deaf
they
did
not
hear?
down
the
ribbon
of
moonlight
over
the
brow
of
the
hill
the
highwayman
came
riding,
riding,
riding,
the
redcoats
looked
to
their
priming
she
stood
up
straight
and
still.
Tot-a-lot
in
the
frosty
silence
tot-a-lot
in
the
echoing
night
nearer
he
came
and
nearer
her
face
was
like
a
light
her
eyes
grew
wide
for
a
moment
she
drew
a
last
deep
breath
then
her
finger
moved
in
the
moonlight
her
musket
shattered
the
moonlight
shattered
her
breast
in
the
moonlight
and
warned
him
with
her
death.
He
turned,
he
spurred
to
the
west
he
did
not
know
she
stood
bowed
with
her
head
o'er
musket
drenched
with
her
own
red
blood
not
till
the
dawn
he
heard
it
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.
And
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
in
the
golden
noon
wine-red
was
his
velvet
coat
when
they
shot
him
down
in
the
highway
down
like
a
dog
on
the
highway
and
he
lay
in
his
blood
in
the
highway
with
a
bunch
of
lace
at
his
throat.
Still
on
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
a
highwayman
comes
riding,
riding,
riding,
a
highwayman
comes
riding
up
to
the
old
inn
door.
lyrics
are
an
adaptation
of
the
old
english
poem
'the
highwayman'
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2 The Lady of Shalott (Live At Salle Pleyel, Paris/1998)
3 The Lady of Shalott
4 The Old Ways (Live)
5 Bonny Portmore (Live At Massey Hall, Toronto/1998)
6 The Mystic's Dream (Live)
7 Dante's Prayer (Live At Massey Hall, Toronto/1998)
8 Bonny Portmore (Live)
9 The Old Ways (Live At Salle Pleyel, Paris/1998)
10 Cymbeline
11 Cymbeline (Live)
12 Cymbeline (Live At Massey Hall, Toronto/1998)
13 All Souls Night
14 All Souls Night (Live)
15 All Souls Night (Live At Massey Hall, Toronto/1998)
16 Dante's Prayer (Live)
17 Night Ride Across the Caucasus (Live)
18 Night Ride Across the Caucasus (Live At Massey Hall, Toronto/1998)
19 Night Ride Across the Caucasus
20 The Highwayman - Live
21 The Highway Man (Live At Salle Pleyel, Paris/1998)
22 Skellig (Live At Salle Pleyel, Paris/1998)
23 Skellig
24 Skellig (Live)
25 The Mummers' Dance (Live At Massey Hall, Toronto/1998)
26 The Mummers' Dance (Live)
27 The Mummers' Dance
28 Prologue (Live)
29 Prologue (Live At Salle Pleyel, Paris/1998)
30 Santiago
31 Night Ride Across the Caucasus
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