The 3 D's - The Highwayman Lyrics

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed on the cloudy seas
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor
And the highwayman came riding
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door
The highwayman, the highwayman
The highwayman came riding, riding, up to the old inn-door
Up to the old inn-door
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, Lord, carry me through the day
Then watch for me by moonlight
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though Hell should bar the way
The highwayman, the highwayman
The highwayman came riding, riding, up to the old inn-door
Up to the old inn-door
Oh then to the door of the Inn-yard, King George's men did ride
And they bound the landlord's daughter, with a musket at her side
And a shot rang out in the moonlight, she whispered her last breath
She shot herself in the moonlight, she killed herself in the moonlight
And warned him with her death
The highwayman, the highwayman
The highwayman came riding, riding, up to the old inn-door
Up to the old inn-door
Oh 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 his spurs in 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 road
And still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed on the cloudy seas
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor
A highwayman comes riding
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door
Up to the old inn-door
(Up to the old inn-door)