A clouded dream
on an earthly night
Hangs upon the crescent moon
A voiceless song
in an ageless light
Sings at the coming dawn
Birds in flight
are calling there
Where the heart moves the stones
There that my heart
is longing for
All for the love of you
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A painting hangs on an ivy wall
Nestled in the emerald moss
The eyes declare
a truce of trust
Then it draws me far away
Where deep
in the desert twilight
Sand melts in pools of the sky
Darkness lays her crimson cloak
Your lamps will call
call me home
And so it's there
that my homage's due
Clutch-ed by
the still of the night
Now I feel, feel you move
And every breath, breath is full
So it's there my homage's due
Clutch-ed by
the still of the night
Even the distance feels so near
All for the love of you
<Interlude>
A clouded dream
on an earthly night
Hangs upon the crescent moon
A voiceless song
in an ageless light
Sings at the coming dawn
Birds in flight
are calling there
Where the heart moves the stones
There at my heart is longing for
All for the love of you
h the white road smoking
behind him and his rapier
brandished high
Blood-red were the spurs
i' the golden noon
wine-red was his velvet coat
when they shot him down
on the highway
Down like a dog on the highway
And he lay in his blood
on the highway
with the bunch of lace
at his throat
<Interlude>
Still of 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
over the purple moor
A highwayman comes riding
Riding, riding
A highwayman comes riding
up to the old inn-door