An ode to 17th century highwayman Claude Du Vall. A legend in his own lifetime, this French-born galante provided the template upon which all English 'gentlemen highwaymen' were subsequently based. He was unfortunately captured and executed at Tyburn in 1670, aged just 27.
VERSE 1 Shadows grow longer, the mists are rolling in Echoes all manner of sorrow and sin Reveal all history’s lies your conscience might be freed To walk with Gods among the Ghostways of Paris
VERSE 2 To ride the paths of men with nothing but contempt Show no melancholy for a life mis-spent You’ll die an ugly death alone and solitary And walk with gods among the Ghostways of Paris
INTERLUDE Churches of the summertime Burn to ashes in the wintertime When the snow is on the ground Never turn your face away Save your sadness for another day Give it life without a sound
Weep inside that empty place Tears of loss and loneliness Where the light is never found The embers of its best intent Haunted graves of torment As the shadow king is crowned
Nightmares show up every day Trade their souls and then fade away Mortal memories abound The echoes of your final prayer Reach the ears of those who might be spared Where so ever they be found
VERSE 3 Shadows grown longer the mist is rolling in Echoes of madness, of sorrow and sin Reveal all history’s lies your conscience might be freed To walk with Gods among the Ghostways of Paris