with SMTP id; Mon, 12 Jul 1993 06:44:25 -0700 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, F#maj 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. (Chorus) and they were never seen again. | | | | | | | {Instrumental ad lib to fade}