Chris De Burgh The Traveller

In from the coast, riding like the wind and racing the moon, Shadows on the road, dancing and aweaving 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 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 landlord, I want to talk for a