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In from the coast, riding like the wind and racing the moon,
Shadows on the road, dancing and a-weaving like a crazy fool.
A horseman is coming, death in his heart, for a rendez-vous,
And where the traveller goes, nobody knows,
Where the traveller goes, nobody knows....
A candle in the night, fear on every face when he goes inside
Get back from the bar! A stranger in town is a dangerous sight
'Bring a bottle of whisky, ladlord, I wanna talk for a while.'
And where the traveller goes, a cold wind blows,
Oh, where the traveller goes, a cold wind blows....
There is something in his eyes, something in his hands,
You can almost smell his revenge!
And whoever he is after, it will be disaster:
This man is gonna take him to the very end....
Well, the landlord he trembled, staring at a face he'd seen somewhere before.
Suddenly remembers a killing, yes, a murder, many years before.
He said to a boy: 'Saddle me the black, I'll meet you down below.
With this man I must talk, yes with this traveller I'll go,
With this man I must talk, yes with him I must go.'
There is something in his eyes, something in his hands,
I can almost smell his revenge!
And it's me that he's after, it will be disaster:
This man is gonna take me to the very end....
And they were never seen again!