Traveller

Here is number 2.

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The Traveller

Words & Music: Chris De Burgh

{Intro...}

In from the coast, riding like the wind and racing the moon.

Shadows on the road, dancing and weaving like a crazy fool.

A horseman is coming, death in his heart for a rendezvous.

And where the traveller goes, nobody knows.

Where the traveller goes, nobody knows.

A candle in the night, fear on every face when he goes inside.

(Maybe he's on the run)

Get back from the bar, a stranger in town is a dangerous sight

(maybe he's got a gun)

bring a bottle of whiskey landlord, I want to talk for a while

And where the traveller goes, a cold wind blows.

Where the traveller goes, a cold wind blows.

There is something in his eyes, something in his hands,

you can almost smell his revenge.

And whoever he is after, it will be a disaster,

this man is gonna take him to the very end.

Well, the landlord he trembled staring at a face he'd seen somewhere before.

(you laid him in the ground)

Suddenly remembered a killing, yes, a murder many years before.

(t'was you that shot him down)

He said to a boy, saddle me the black, I'll meet you down below,

with this man I must talk, with this traveller I go,

with this man I must talk, yes with him I must go.

(Chorus)

and they were never seen again.

{Instrumental ad lib to fade}