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 rendezvous
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 whiskey, landlord, 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