Irský poprockový písničkář narozený v Argentině (1948), vl. jm. Christopher Davidson. Stylově je ovlivněn m.j. jazzem, country a folklórem řady zemí. Na konci 70. let se přiklonil především k milostným baladám a částečně také k disco soundu. ...

Píseň: The Traveller

Interpret:
Chris De Burgh
Album:
Eastern Wind
In from the coast
Riding like the wind and racing the moon
Shadows on the road
Dancing and a-weaving like a crazy fool
A horseman is coming
Death in his heart for a rendezvous
And where the traveller goes
No-body knows
Where the traveller goes
No-body 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 site
(Maybe he's got a gun)
Bring a bottle of whiskey Landlord, I wanna talk for a while
And where the traveller goes,
A cold wind blows
Where the traveller goes
A cold wind blows


There is something in his eyes,
Something in his hands
You can almost smell his revenge
And whoever he is after, it will be disaster
This man is gonna take it 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 remembers
A killing, yes a murder many years before
(twas 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'll go
With this man I must talk
Yes with him I must go


There is something in his eyes,
Something in his hands
I can almost smell his revenge
And it's me that he's after, it will be disaster
This man is gonna take me to the very end
And they were never seen again