WebbHighwayman Lyrics by Phil Ochs from the All The News That's Fit To Sing/I Ain't Marching Anymore album - including song video, artist biography, translations and more: The wind … WebbWith a bunch of lace at his throat. 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. Oh the highwayman comes riding, riding, riding. Yes the highwayman comes riding.

"THE HIGHWAYMAN" LYRICS by PHIL OCHS: The wind was a...

WebbWhen they shot him down in the highway. down like a dog on the highway. And he lay in his blood in the highway. with a bunch of lace at his throat. Still on a winter's night they say. when the wind is in the trees. When the moon is a ghostly galleon. tossed upon the cloudy seas. When the road is a ribbon of moonlight. Webb25 jan. 2010 · And the highwayman came riding-Riding-riding-The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door. He'd a french cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin, A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin; They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh! And he rode with a jewelled twinkle, birthday facebook backgrounds

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WebbListen to The Highwayman on Spotify. Phil Ochs · Song · 1965. WebbThe Highwayman. C Em The wind was a torrent of darkness Am Among the gusty trees Em F The moon was a ghostly galleon Dm G7 Tossed upon cloudy seas C Em And the road was a ribbon of moonlight Am Over the purple moor F C E Am And the highwayman came riding, riding, riding F C Yes, the highwayman came riding Dm G7 Up to the old inn door … WebbThe wind was a torrent of darkness Among the gusty trees The moon was a ghostly galleon Tossed upon cloudy seas And the road was a ribbon of moonlight Over the purple moor … birthday facebook post