![]() ![]() Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard.Īnd he taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred. When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,Ī highwayman comes riding, up to the old in-door. When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, 'Still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees, With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high.īlood-red were his spurs i' the golden noon wine-red was his velvet coat Īnd he lay in his blood on the highway, with the bunch of lace at his ![]() Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.Īnd back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky, Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grew grey to hear He turned He spurred to the west he did not know she stoodīowed, with her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood! Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him with her death. ![]() Her eyes grew wide for a moment she drew one last deep breath, 'Tlot-tlot,' in the frosty silence! 'Tlot-tlot,' in the echoing night! The red-coats looked to their priming! She stood up, straight and still. 'Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot,' in the distance! Were they deaf that they did not hear?ĭown the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill, 'Tlot-tlot tlot-tlot!' Had they heard it? The horse-hoofs ringing clear She would not risk their hearing she would not strive again Īnd the blood of her veins, in the moonlight, throbbed to her love's refrain. Up, she stood up to attention, with the muzzle beneath her breast. The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers! They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years, She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood! She twisted her hands behind her but all the knots held good! I'll come to thee by the moonlight, though hell should bar the way!' "Now, keep good watch!" and they kissed her. They had bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast! They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest. Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side!įor Bess could see, through the casement, the road that he would ride. They drank his ale instead.īut they gagged his daughter, and bound her, to the foot of her narrow bed. King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door. When the road was a gypsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor, He did not come at noon Īnd out of the tawny sunset, before the rise o' the moon, He tugged at his reins in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west. His face burnt like a brandĪs the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast Īnd he kissed its waves in the moonlight, He scarce could reach her hand,īut she loosened her hair i' the casement. I'll come to thee by the moonlight, though hell should bar the way." If they press me sharply, and harry me through the day, "One kiss my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize to-night,īut I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,ĭumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say: Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.Īnd dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there His rapier hilts a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.Īnd over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard.Īnd he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred. He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,Ī coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin. The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door. The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas. The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The lyrics of the song are an abridged version of a poem by Alfred Noyes: ![]() When the ash and oak, and the birch and yewĪnd tie a ribbon on those sheltering armsĪnd so they linked their hands and danced The song, that the Canadian artist described as “literally a page ripped out of diary,” started being teased on Xana’s TikTok early May.Loreena McKennitt - The book of secrets: all lyrics the anxiety around growing up and changing and all the nostalgia and longing and fear around it !!! if u can relate to this song, my heart is with you TENFOLD today. “the people you were once glued to now you watch their life through stories. “i wrote this song about looking back on your youth and realizing how much has changed,” the singer shared on her Instagram story. Our Fall 2022 covergirl Xana is kicking off Pride month with a brand new single, ‘babyblue.’ ![]()
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