This song was written by James Hunter, who also performs this version of it. According to James, it is, "A very romanticised view of a cut-throat villain I know, but it makes a good story and everyone needs a little romance in their lives. Never let the truth ruin a yarn."
James writes, "My name is James Hunter and I confess to writing folk music. I have lived in Northern Ireland through all the bad times and the not so bad times. I am not a musician nor singer and I cannot write music, but I enjoy srtinging together a few words and trying to find guitar chords to go with them. I have a pretty eclectic musical taste from Johnny Cash to the Flaming Lips, but have always had a soft spot for singer-songwriters, John Martyn, Niel Young, Leonard Cohen, Nick Drake and Bob Dylan to name a few. I hope you like what you hear.
If you want to contact me, email me at email@example.com."
Click below to play Highwayman, The.
It was a dark night on the road that runs between here and there
The highwayman waits in the shadows, say travellers beware
If you venture out upon the road when the moon it is high
Best pray to the gods of hope that the highwayman rides by
Now they say he rides a fearsome beast, with eyes of burning red
Best not offer up resistance, or my friend you'll end up dead
No don't argue with the man in black, or his pistols you will hear
Best stay off the road at night, when the moon shines so clear
Now the magistrate he was a fool, said he'd hang that villain high
One day he'd appear before him and he'd look him in the eye
He'd put on that cloth of black and sentence him to death
And he'd be there on the gallows to watch him take his final breath
But he did not know his daughter, was in love with the highwayman
That she was carrying a child, to the man he'd swore to hang
So when he ventured out upon the road, with deputies but two
He felt safe in his ignorance, said highwayman I'll take you
So they met as fate decreed, two pistol shots rang clear
Two deputies lay dead, and the magistrate he knew fear
Before he could draw a pistol out, a sliver blade cut him clean
Now he'd never know his grandchild or know what love could mean
Copyright © James Hunter 2008.