In from the coast, riding like the wind and racing the moon,
Shadows on the road, dancing and a-weaving like a crazy fool.
A horseman is coming, death in his heart, for a rendez-vous,
And where the traveller goes, nobody knows,
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 whisky, ladlord, I wanna talk for a while."
And where the traveller goes, a cold wind blows,
Oh, where the traveller goes, a cold wind blows....

There is something in his eyes, something in his hands,
You can almost smell his revenge!<r /> And whoever he is after, it will be disaster:
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 remembers a killing, yes, a murder, many years before.
('Twas you that shot him down)
He said to a boy: "Saddle me the black, I'll meet you dow below.
With this man I must talk, yes with this traveller I'll go,
With this man I must talk, yes with him I must go."

There is something in his eyes, something in his hands,
I can almost smell his revenge!
And it's me that he's after, it will be disaster:
This man is gonna take me to the very end....

And they where never seen again!