#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## Received: from animal-farm.nevada.edu by redrock.nevada.edu (5.65c/M1.4) with SMTP id ; Mon, 12 Jul 1993 06:44:25 -0700 Received: from inet-gw-2.pa.dec.com by animal-farm.nevada.edu id ; Mon, 12 Jul 1993 06:44:24 -0700 Received: by inet-gw-2.pa.dec.com; id AA27676; Mon, 12 Jul 93 06:44:19 -0700 Received: by vbormc.vbo.dec.com; id AA24155; Mon, 12 Jul 93 15:43:47 +0200 Date: Mon, 12 Jul 93 15:43:46 +0200 Message-Id: <9307121343.AA24155@vbormc.vbo.dec.com> From: alberter@gypsc.enet.dec.com To: jamesb@animal-farm.nevada.edu Cc: ALBERTER@VboRMC.vbo.dec.com Subject: CRD: The Traveller (Chris De Burgh) Here is number 2. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Traveller Words & Music: Chris De Burgh Gmaj7 | | | | Bm | A | Bm | A {Intro...} Bm F#m In from the coast, riding like the wind and racing the moon. Bm F#m Shadows on the road, dancing and weaving like a crazy fool. Bm F#m A horseman is coming, death in his heart for a rendezvous. A A7 Bm And where the traveller goes, nobody knows. A A7 Bm 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. Bm A There is something in his eyes, something in his hands, G Bm you can almost smell his revenge. A And whoever he is after, it will be a disaster, G F#maj Bm 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) Gmaj7 G A and they were never seen again. Bm | Gmaj7 | Bm | Gmaj7 | Bm | Gmaj7 | Bm | Gmaj7 {Instrumental ad lib to fade}