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  • 作词 : McKennitt, Noyes
    The wind was a torrent of darkness
    Among the gusty trees

    The moon was a ghostly galleon

    Tossed upon the cloudy seas
    The road was a ribbon of moonlight
    Over the purple moor

    And the highwayman came riding

    Riding, riding

    The highwayman came riding

    Up to the old inn-door

    He'd a French cocked hat on his forehead
    A bunch of lace at his chin

    A coat of claret velvet

    And breeches of brown doe-skin

    They fitted with never a wrinkle
    His boots were up to the thigh
    And he rode with a jeweled twinkle

    His pistol butts a-twinkle

    His rapier hilt a-twinkle

    Under the jeweled sky

    And over the cobbles he clattered
    And clashed in the dark inn yard

    And he tapped with his whip on the shutters
    But all was locked and barred
    He whistled 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

    "One kiss, my bonny sweetheart
    I'm after a prize tonight

    But I shall be back with the yellow gold
    Before the morning light

    Yet if they press me sharply

    And harry me through the day

    Then look for me by the moonlight
    Watch for me by the moonlight

    I'll come to thee by the moonlight
    Though hell should bar the way

    He rose upright in the stirrups
    He scarce could reach her hand

    But she loosened her hair in the casement
    His face burnt like a brand

    As the black cascade of the perfume
    Came tumbling over his breast

    And he kissed its waves in the moonlight

    Oh, sweet waves in the moonlight

    He tugged at his rein in the moonlight
    And galloped away to the west

    He did not come at the dawning

    He did not come at noon

    And out of the tawny sunset
    Before the rise o' the moon

    When the road was a gypsy's ribbon

    Looping the purple moor

    A red-coat troop came marching

    Marching, marching

    King George's men came marching

    Up to the old inn-door

    They said no word to the landlord

    They drank his ale instead

    But they gagged his daughter and bound her
    To the foot of her narrow bed

    Two of them knelt at the casement
    With muskets at their side

    There was death at every window

    Hell at one dark window

    For Bess could see through the casement
    The road that he would ride

    They had tied her up to attention
    With many a niggering jest

    They had bound a musket beside her
    With the barrel beneath her breast

    "Now keep good watch", and they kissed her
    She heard the dead man say
    "Look for me by the moonlight

    Watch for me by the moonlight

    I'll come to thee by the moonlight
    Though hell should bar the way"

    She twisted her hands behind her
    But all the knots held good

    She writhed her hands till her fingers
    Were wet with sweat or blood

    They stretched and strained in the darkness
    And the hours crawled by like years

    Till now on the stroke of midnight

    Cold on the stroke of midnight

    The tip of one finger touched it
    The trigger at least was hers

    Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, had they heard it?

    The horses hoofs ring clear

    Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance
    Were they deaf that they did not hear?

    Down the ribbon of moonlight

    Over the brow of the hill

    The highwayman came riding

    Riding, riding

    The red-coats looked to their priming

    She stood up straight and still

    Tlot, in the frosty silence

    Tlot, in the echoing night

    Nearer he came and nearer

    Her face was like a light

    Her eyes grew wide for a moment
    She drew one last deep breath

    Then her finger moved in the moonlight
    Her musket shattered the moonlight

    Shattered her breast in the moonlight
    And warned him with her death

    He turned, he spurred to the west
    He did not know she stood

    Bowed with her head o'er the musket
    Drenched with her own red blood

    Not till the dawn he heard it
    His face grew gray to hear

    How Bess, the landlord's daughter

    The landlord's black-eyed daughter

    Had watched for her love in the moonlight
    And died in the darkness there

    And back, he spurred like a madman
    Shrieking a curse to the sky
    With the white road smoking behind him
    And his rapier brandished high

    Blood-red were the spurs in the gold moon
    Wine-red was his velvet coat

    When they shot him down on the highway
    Down like a dog on the highway

    And he lay in his blood on the highway
    With the bunch of lace at his throat

    Still of a winter's night, they say
    When the wind is in the trees

    When the moon is a ghostly galleon
    Tossed upon the 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


  • [00:00.000] 作词 : McKennitt, Noyes
    [01:08.30]The wind was a torrent of darkness
    [01:10.89]Among the gusty trees
    [01:12.64]
    [01:13.35]The moon was a ghostly galleon
    [01:15.81]
    [01:16.35]Tossed upon the cloudy seas
    [01:18.85]The road was a ribbon of moonlight
    [01:22.00]Over the purple moor
    [01:24.06]
    [01:24.69]And the highwayman came riding
    [01:26.94]
    [01:27.50]Riding, riding
    [01:29.87]
    [01:30.81]The highwayman came riding
    [01:32.57]
    [01:33.19]Up to the old inn-door
    [01:35.69]
    [01:37.78]He'd a French cocked hat on his forehead
    [01:40.42]A bunch of lace at his chin
    [01:42.54]
    [01:43.11]A coat of claret velvet
    [01:45.18]
    [01:45.99]And breeches of brown doe-skin
    [01:48.06]
    [01:48.75]They fitted with never a wrinkle
    [01:51.51]His boots were up to the thigh
    [01:54.32]And he rode with a jeweled twinkle
    [01:56.66]
    [01:57.22]His pistol butts a-twinkle
    [01:59.04]
    [02:00.29]His rapier hilt a-twinkle
    [02:02.05]
    [02:02.80]Under the jeweled sky
    [02:04.88]
    [02:07.51]And over the cobbles he clattered
    [02:09.89]And clashed in the dark inn yard
    [02:12.08]
    [02:12.71]And he tapped with his whip on the shutters
    [02:15.66]But all was locked and barred
    [02:18.11]He whistled a tune to the window
    [02:21.31]And who should be waiting there
    [02:23.26]
    [02:24.00]But the landlord's black-eyed daughter
    [02:26.20]
    [02:26.83]Bess, the landlord's daughter
    [02:29.21]
    [02:30.15]Plaiting a dark red love-knot
    [02:32.47]Into her long black hair
    [02:34.49]
    [02:37.11]"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart
    [02:39.49]I'm after a prize tonight
    [02:41.56]
    [02:42.56]But I shall be back with the yellow gold
    [02:45.46]Before the morning light
    [02:47.27]
    [02:48.27]Yet if they press me sharply
    [02:50.33]
    [02:50.97]And harry me through the day
    [02:53.03]
    [02:53.65]Then look for me by the moonlight
    [02:56.56]Watch for me by the moonlight
    [02:58.80]
    [02:59.70]I'll come to thee by the moonlight
    [03:02.25]Though hell should bar the way
    [03:04.17]
    [03:06.67]He rose upright in the stirrups
    [03:09.19]He scarce could reach her hand
    [03:11.38]
    [03:12.14]But she loosened her hair in the casement
    [03:14.85]His face burnt like a brand
    [03:16.91]
    [03:17.60]As the black cascade of the perfume
    [03:20.54]Came tumbling over his breast
    [03:22.54]
    [03:23.29]And he kissed its waves in the moonlight
    [03:25.62]
    [03:26.30]Oh, sweet waves in the moonlight
    [03:28.38]
    [03:29.06]He tugged at his rein in the moonlight
    [03:31.89]And galloped away to the west
    [03:34.39]
    [04:00.39]He did not come at the dawning
    [04:02.26]
    [04:02.83]He did not come at noon
    [04:04.96]
    [04:05.83]And out of the tawny sunset
    [04:08.41]Before the rise o' the moon
    [04:10.55]
    [04:11.42]When the road was a gypsy's ribbon
    [04:13.60]
    [04:14.10]Looping the purple moor
    [04:16.26]
    [04:17.00]A red-coat troop came marching
    [04:19.27]
    [04:20.01]Marching, marching
    [04:21.59]
    [04:22.90]King George's men came marching
    [04:24.71]
    [04:25.58]Up to the old inn-door
    [04:27.86]
    [04:29.98]They said no word to the landlord
    [04:31.94]
    [04:32.56]They drank his ale instead
    [04:34.32]
    [04:35.26]But they gagged his daughter and bound her
    [04:38.14]To the foot of her narrow bed
    [04:40.34]
    [04:40.90]Two of them knelt at the casement
    [04:43.73]With muskets at their side
    [04:45.61]
    [04:46.42]There was death at every window
    [04:48.50]
    [04:49.44]Hell at one dark window
    [04:51.62]
    [04:52.43]For Bess could see through the casement
    [04:55.08]The road that he would ride
    [04:57.20]
    [04:59.72]They had tied her up to attention
    [05:02.17]With many a niggering jest
    [05:04.23]
    [05:04.97]They had bound a musket beside her
    [05:07.86]With the barrel beneath her breast
    [05:09.70]
    [05:10.39]"Now keep good watch", and they kissed her
    [05:13.59]She heard the dead man say
    [05:16.23]"Look for me by the moonlight
    [05:18.53]
    [05:19.30]Watch for me by the moonlight
    [05:21.42]
    [05:22.01]I'll come to thee by the moonlight
    [05:24.76]Though hell should bar the way"
    [05:26.77]
    [05:29.12]She twisted her hands behind her
    [05:31.18]But all the knots held good
    [05:33.52]
    [05:34.95]She writhed her hands till her fingers
    [05:37.53]Were wet with sweat or blood
    [05:39.54]
    [05:40.42]They stretched and strained in the darkness
    [05:43.11]And the hours crawled by like years
    [05:45.25]
    [05:45.93]Till now on the stroke of midnight
    [05:48.13]
    [05:48.76]Cold on the stroke of midnight
    [05:50.96]
    [05:51.71]The tip of one finger touched it
    [05:54.34]The trigger at least was hers
    [05:56.37]
    [06:13.08]Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, had they heard it?
    [06:15.35]
    [06:15.90]The horses hoofs ring clear
    [06:17.67]
    [06:18.61]Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance
    [06:21.30]Were they deaf that they did not hear?
    [06:23.38]
    [06:24.50]Down the ribbon of moonlight
    [06:26.45]
    [06:27.08]Over the brow of the hill
    [06:29.13]
    [06:29.71]The highwayman came riding
    [06:31.71]
    [06:32.54]Riding, riding
    [06:34.28]
    [06:35.86]The red-coats looked to their priming
    [06:37.61]
    [06:38.17]She stood up straight and still
    [06:40.05]
    [06:42.57]Tlot, in the frosty silence
    [06:44.46]
    [06:45.20]Tlot, in the echoing night
    [06:47.20]
    [06:48.21]Nearer he came and nearer
    [06:50.27]
    [06:50.85]Her face was like a light
    [06:52.97]
    [06:53.74]Her eyes grew wide for a moment
    [06:56.50]She drew one last deep breath
    [06:58.56]
    [06:59.24]Then her finger moved in the moonlight
    [07:02.13]Her musket shattered the moonlight
    [07:04.44]
    [07:05.26]Shattered her breast in the moonlight
    [07:07.75]And warned him with her death
    [07:09.81]
    [07:12.34]He turned, he spurred to the west
    [07:14.85]He did not know she stood
    [07:16.94]
    [07:17.82]Bowed with her head o'er the musket
    [07:20.40]Drenched with her own red blood
    [07:22.60]
    [07:23.29]Not till the dawn he heard it
    [07:26.11]His face grew gray to hear
    [07:28.31]
    [07:28.94]How Bess, the landlord's daughter
    [07:31.04]
    [07:31.73]The landlord's black-eyed daughter
    [07:33.98]
    [07:34.60]Had watched for her love in the moonlight
    [07:37.36]And died in the darkness there
    [07:39.87]
    [07:41.93]And back, he spurred like a madman
    [07:44.44]Shrieking a curse to the sky
    [07:47.27]With the white road smoking behind him
    [07:50.09]And his rapier brandished high
    [07:51.98]
    [07:52.85]Blood-red were the spurs in the gold moon
    [07:55.92]Wine-red was his velvet coat
    [07:57.88]
    [07:58.50]When they shot him down on the highway
    [08:01.39]Down like a dog on the highway
    [08:03.58]
    [08:04.15]And he lay in his blood on the highway
    [08:07.09]With the bunch of lace at his throat
    [08:09.24]
    [08:27.30]Still of a winter's night, they say
    [08:29.92]When the wind is in the trees
    [08:31.94]
    [08:32.49]When the moon is a ghostly galleon
    [08:35.19]Tossed upon the cloudy seas
    [08:37.08]
    [08:38.20]When the road is a ribbon of moonlight
    [08:41.01]Over the purple moor
    [08:43.04]
    [08:43.66]A highwayman comes riding
    [08:45.92]
    [08:46.80]Riding, riding
    [08:48.56]
    [08:49.93]A highwayman comes riding
    [08:51.43]
    [08:52.55]Up to the old inn-door
    [08:55.14]
    [09:10.31]