#1
Posted: 7/9/05 at 8:05pm
yeah, did he make up his mind yet on leaving today?
sorry if this has been already talked about...
sorry if this has been already talked about...
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...
(The Highwayman. Sung by: Loreena McKennitt)
Updated On: 7/9/05 at 08:05 PM
