Chris de Burgh é um cantor de música pop irlandês nascido na Argentina. É pai da modelo irlandesa Rosanna Davison, que venceu o concurso de Miss Mundo em 2003.
Chris de Burgh nasceu em Venado Tuerto, Santa Fé, Argentina em 15 de outubro de 1948, seu nome real é Christopher John Davison.
Uma grande curiosidade de um sucesso do Chris de Burgh no Brasil, ficou marcado na história da música que oficialmente é registrada como Turning Around e no Brasil ficou conhecida como como Flying
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
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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}