Christopher John Davison (born 15 October 1948), known professionally as Chris de Burgh, is a British-Irish singer-songwriter and instrumentalist. He started out as an art rock performer but subsequently started writing more pop-oriented material. He has had several top 40 hits in the UK and two in the US, but he is more popular in other countries, particularly Norway and Brazil. His 1986 love song "The Lady in Red" reached number one in several countries. De Burgh has sold over 45 million albums worldwide.
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Here is number 2.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Traveller Words & Music: Chris De Burgh
Gmaj7 | | | | Bm | A | Bm | A {Intro...}
BmF#m In from the coast, riding like the wind and racing the moon. BmF#m Shadows on the road, dancing and weaving like a crazy fool. BmF#m A horseman is coming, death in his heart for a rendezvous. AA7Bm And where the traveller goes, nobody knows. AA7Bm 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.
BmA There is something in his eyes, something in his hands, GBm 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)
Gmaj7GA and they were never seen again.
Bm | Gmaj7 | Bm | Gmaj7 | Bm | Gmaj7 | Bm | Gmaj7 {Instrumental ad lib to fade}