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
(maybe he's on the run?)
get back from the bar! a stranger in town is a dangerous sight
(maybe he's got a gun?)
"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.
(you laid him in the ground)
suddenly remembers a killing, yes, a murder, many years before.
('twas you that shot him down)
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....
chris de burgh un bile klasikleşmesine şaşırdığı besteciliğinin zirvesidir.
tek kanallı trt dönemlerinde bir reklamda da çalıyordu ama hangisi anımsayamadım..
