Karliene
the highwayman
The wind was a torrent of darkness
Among the gusty trees
The moon was a ghostly galleon
Tossed upon cloudy seas
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor
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
And a bunch of lace at his chin
He'd a coat of the claret velvet
And breeches of brown doe-skin
They fitted with never a wrinkle; his boots were up to his thigh
And he rode with a jewelled twinkle
His pistol butts a-twinkle
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky
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- Siren
- The Red Woman
- A Sailing I Will Go
- Compilation
- Queen of Camelot
- Snow
- Wayfaring Stranger
- A Spaceman Came Travelling
- Cupid Carries a Gun
- Desire in the Darkness
- Let No Man Steal Your Thyme
- Boudica
- Labyrinth
- Mary Kelly
- The Woman of Balnain
- Wuthering Heights
- Tonight
- Become the Beast
- Bound