ฟังเพลงThe Highwayman (LP版)

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.