Phil Ochs: "The Highwayman"

the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
the moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
the road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
and highwayman came riding-
riding-riding-
the highwayman came riding, up to the old inn door
--alfred noyes 1880-1958 (from "the highwayman ")