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Here is number 2.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Traveller Words & Music: Chris De Burgh
| | | | | | | {Intro...}
In from the coast, riding like the wind and racing the moon.
Shadows on the road, dancing and 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 want to talk for a while And where the traveller goes, a cold wind blows. 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 a 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 remembered a killing, yes, a murder many years before. (t'was 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, with this traveller I go, with this man I must talk, yes with him I must go.