Testo di A Highwayman Comes Riding

And still on a winter's night, they say When the wind is in the trees When the moon is a ghostly galleon Tossed upon cloudy seas When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor A highwayman comes riding Riding, riding A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs In the dark inn-yard He taps with his whip on the shutters But all is locked and barred He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there But the landlord's black-eyed daughter Bess, the landlord's daughter Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair