| In from the coast, riding like the wind and racing the moon,
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| Shadows on the road, dancing and a-weaving like a crazy fool.
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| A horseman is coming, death in his heart, for a rendezvous,
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| And where the traveller goes, nobody knows,
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| Where the traveller goes, nobody knows…
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| A candle in the night, fear on every face when he goes inside,
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| «Maybe he’s on the run,»
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| Get back from the bar, a stranger in town is a dangerous sight,
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| «Maybe he’s got a gun,»
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| «Bring a bottle of whisky landlord, I want to talk for a while,»
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| And where the traveller goes, a cold wind blows,
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| Where the traveller goes, a cold wind blows,
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| There is something in his eyes, something in his hands,
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| You can almost smell his revenge,
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| And whoever he is after, it will be disaster,
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| This man is gonna take him to the very end;
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| Well the landlord he trembled, staring at a face he’d seen somewhere before,
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| «You laid him in the ground,»
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| Suddenly remembered a killing, yes a murder many years before,
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| «'T was you that shot him down,»
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| He said to a boy, «Saddle me the black, I’ll meet you down below,
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| With this man I must talk, with this traveller I’ll go,
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| With this man I must talk, yes with him I must go,
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| There is something in his eyes, something in his hands,
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| I can almost smell his revenge,
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| And it’s me that he’s after, it will be disaster,
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| This man is gonna take me to the very end,"
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| And they were never seen again! |