The Highwayman - Pythia

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees

The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas

The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor

And the highwayman came riding up to the old inn-door

His love had died a year ago, a bullet in her breast

The deadly shot a warning that he soon would be next

And so they found him on the road and they killed him like a dog

But still he keeps on riding in moonlight and in fog

Plaiting a dark red love knot into her long black hair

She waits to see him only, singing in her despair

After the sunlight, there comes the rain

Never to see my true love again

After the bullet I still remain

Never to see my true love again

Two lovers that were parted shall never meet once more

Although he keeps on knocking at the old inn door

His horse shall gallop nightly since she met her death

And the inn was burned down years ago with her final breath

And I wander this world and I mourn for my loss

All the gold and silver could 'nair pay the cost

After kisses in darkness a river of blood

Now the Highwayman rides, whilst the moon shines above

Moon shine brightly o’er the heather

Don’t deny my iron will