The Traveller
In from the coastRiding like the wind and racing the moonShadows on the roadDancing and a-weaving like a crazy foolA horseman is comingDeath in his heart, for a rendezvousAnd where the traveller goesNobody knowsWhere the traveller goesNobody knows
A candle in the nightFear on every face when he goes inside(Maybe he's on the run)Get back from the barA stranger in town is a dangerous sight(Maybe he's got a gun)"Bring a bottle of whiskey, landlordI wanna talk for a while"And where the traveller goesA cold wind blowsWhere the traveller goesA cold wind blows
There is something in his eyesSomething in his handsYou can almost smell his revengeAnd whoever he is after, it will be disasterThis man is gonna take him to the very end
Well, the landlord he trembledStaring at a face he'd seen somewhere before(You laid him in the ground)Suddenly rememberedA 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 belowWith this man I must talkWith this traveller I'll goWith this man I must talkYes, with him I must go
There is something in his eyesSomething in his handsI can almost smell his revengeAnd it's me that he's after, it will be disasterThis man is gonna take me to the very end"And they were never seen again