The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor And the highwayman came riding up to the old inn-door His love had died a year ago, a bullet in her breast The deadly shot a warning that he soon would be next And so they found him on the road and they killed him like a dog But still he keeps on riding in moonlight and in fog Plaiting a dark red love knot into her long black hair She waits to see him only, singing in her despair After the sunlight, there comes the rain Never to see my true love again After the bullet I still remain Never to see my true love again Two lovers that were parted shall never meet once more Although he keeps on knocking at the old inn door His horse shall gallop nightly since she met her death And the inn was burned down years ago with her final breath And I wander this world and I mourn for my loss All the gold and silver could 'nair pay the cost After kisses in darkness a river of blood Now the Highwayman rides, whilst the moon shines above Moon shine brightly o'er the heather Don't deny my iron will