The moon was a ghostly galleon, Tossed upon the cloudy seas, The wind was a torrent of darkness, Among the gusty trees. The road was a ribbon of moonlight, O're the purple moor. And the highwayman, came riding, Riding, Riding. The highwayman came riding, Up to the old in door.
The artwork accompanying this is very autumnal to me, and I only ever think of it in mom's voice as she read it to us. ^_^
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Tossed upon the cloudy seas,
The wind was a torrent of darkness,
Among the gusty trees.
The road was a ribbon of moonlight,
O're the purple moor.
And the highwayman, came riding,
Riding, Riding.
The highwayman came riding,
Up to the old in door.
The artwork accompanying this is very autumnal to me, and I only ever think of it in mom's voice as she read it to us. ^_^
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