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Chris De Burgh Best Moves The Traveller 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.... And they were never seen again! |
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