the highwayman

• loreena mckennittin the book of secrets albumunden 10 dakikalik nefis bir sarki^*
  
  the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees
  the moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon the 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, a bunch of lace at his chin,
  a coat of 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,
  his pistol butts a-twinkle,
  his rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.
  
  over the cobbles he clattered nd clashed in the dark innyard,
  and he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
  he whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
  but the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
  bess, the landlord's daughter,
  plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
  
  "one kiss, my bonny sweetheart, i'm after a prize tonight,
  but i shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
  yet if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
  then look for me by the moonlight,
  watch for me by the moonlight,
  i'll come to thee by the moonlight, though hell should bar the way.
  
  he rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand
  but she loosened her hair i' the casement! his face burnt like a brand
  as the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
  and he kissed its waves in the moonlight,
  (oh, sweet black waves in the moonlight!)
  then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west.
  
  he did not come at the dawning; he did not come at noon,
  and out of the tawny sunset, before the rise o' the moon,
  when the road was a gypsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor,
  a red-coat troop came marching,
  marching, marching
  king george's men came marching, up to the old inn-door.
  
  they said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
  but they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed;
  two of them knelt at the casement, with muskets at their side!
  there was death at every window
  and hell at one dark window;
  for bess could see, through the casement,
  the road that he would ride.
  
  they had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest;
  they had bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
  "now keep good watch!" and they kissed her.
  she heard the dead man say
  "look for me by the moonlight
  watch for me by the moonlight
  i'll come to thee by the moonlight, though hell should bar the way!"
  
  she twisted her hands behind her, but all the knots held good!
  she writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
  they stretched and strained in the darkness and the hours crawled by like years!
  till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
  cold, on the stroke of midnight,
  the tip of one finger touched it!
  the trigger at least was hers!
  
  tlot-tlot! had they heard it? the horse-hoofs were ringing clear
  tlot-tlot, in the distance! were they deaf that they did not hear?
  down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
  the highwayman came riding,
  riding, riding!
  the red-coats looked to their priming!
  she stood up straight and still!
  
  tlot in the frosty silence! tlot, in the echoing night!
  nearer he came and nearer! her face was like a light!
  her eyes grew wide for a moment! she drew one last deep breath,
  then her finger moved in the moonlight,
  her musket shattered the moonlight,
  shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him with her death.
  
  he turned; he spurred to the west; he did not know she stood
  bowed, with her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!
  not till the dawn he heard it; his face grew grey to hear
  how bess, the landlord's daughter,
  the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
  had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.
  
  back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky
  with 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.
  
  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.
• (bkz: the highway man)(bkz: loreena mckennitt)
• stevie nicks isimli zatı muhteremin bir şarkısının adı
  sözleri aşağıdaki gibidir
  
  alas he was the highwayman
  the one that comes and goes
  and only the highway-woman
  keeps up with the likes of those
  and she in all her magic
  with hands as quick as light
  took him to be a challenge
  and went into the night
  
  and he in all his glory
  was far ahead of her
  but she was never sorry
  for wishes that would burn
  enter competition
  she chases beneath the moon
  her horse is like a dragonfly
  she is just a fool
  
  and she wonders is this real
  or does she just want to be queen
  and he fights the way he feels
  is this the end of the dream
  
  and then he sees her coming
  heartbeats on the wind
  considers slowing down
  but then...he could never win
  and she...out in the distance
  sees him against the sky
  a pale and violent rider
  a dream begun in wine
  
  and she wonders is this real
  or does she just want to be queen
  and he fights the way he feels
  is this the end of the dream
  
  a dream as the thunder wakes her
  and her highwayman disappears
  on a life already lived before
  in eyes welled with tears
  
  today and still today they ride
  will they ever win
  he the glory...
  she the love...
  still they try again
  he the glory...
  she the love...
  still they try again
  he the glory...
  she the love...
  and still they...try...again
• alfred noyes'in de bir adet şiiri vardır bu isimde,
  
  "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."
  
  şeklinde bir girizgaha sahip olan...
• alfred noyesun şiiridir bestelenen.
• yaklasık 10 dakika suruyor ama gercekten hiç sıkmıyor bu .. zevkle dinlenebilen ve sözlerini okuyunca "way be" dedirtebilen loreena mckennitt parçası..
• ...
  back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky
  ...
  
  kisminda sarkinin volumunun genel artisi sonucu simdi bir seyler olacak kesin duygulari yayan bir sarki
• star 1'in galiba 1992 senesinde yayina koydugu bir acaip macera dizisiydi.
  
  kahramanimiz super kara bir tir kullanirdi. ancak ihtiyac goruldugunde tepesinden pervance cikar ve on tarafi tirdan ayrilarak helikopter olur prr ucar giderdi.
  
  kara$im$ek'in daha heavy versiyonuydu.
• alfred noyes in bir şiiri. lorenna mckennit da şarkısını yapmıştır. güzel trajik bir öyküdür hoş tasvirleri müziklidir.
• bilgileri webde şu şekilde geçilmiş eserdir:
  
  noyes, alfred. collected poems. new york: frederick a.
  stokes company, 1913.
  a recording of the poem being sung can be found on:
  mckennitt, loreena. the book of secrets [cd]. burbank, ca:
  warner bros. records inc., 1997.