In from the coast, riding like the wind and racing the moon,

Shadows on the road, dancing and a-weaving like a crazy fool.

A horseman is coming, death in his heart, for a rendez-vous,

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 whisky, ladlord, i wanna talk for a while."

And where the traveller goes, a cold wind blows,

Oh, 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 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 remembers a killing, yes, a murder, many years before.

('twas 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, yes with this traveller i'll go,

With this man i must talk, yes with him i must go."



There is something in his eyes, something in his hands,

I can almost smell his revenge!

And it's me that he's after, it will be disaster:

This man is gonna take me to the very end....



And they were never seen again!