A Highwayman Comes Riding lyrics

And still on a winter's night, they say

When the wind is in the trees

When the moon is a ghostly galleon

Tossed upon cloudy seas

When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor

A highwayman comes riding

Riding, riding

A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door

Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs

In the dark inn-yard

He taps with his whip on the shutters

But all is locked and barred

He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there

But the landlord's black-eyed daughter

Bess, the landlord's daughter

Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair