The Traveller

In from the coast, riding like
the wind and racing the moon,
Shadows on the road, dancing and
a-weaving like a crazy fool.
A horseman is coming, death
in his heart, for a rendez-vous,
And where the traveller goes,
nobody knows,
Where the traveller goes,
nobody knows....

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 whisky,
landlord, I wanna talk for a while."
And where the traveller goes,
a cold wind blows,
Oh, 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 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 remembers a killing,
yes, a murder, many years before.
('Twas 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, yes
with this traveller I'll go,
With this man I must talk,
yes with him I must go."

There is something in his eyes,
something in his hands,
I can almost smell his revenge!
And it's me that he's after,
it will be disaster:
This man is gonna take me to
the very end....

And they were never seen again!