Malcolm Murray 歌词

Stood alone there, out on the highway. In the blackness, on his own. Through the wind, rain and fury 'Folds the story of Malcolm Murray Not an evil bone in his body, Not a bad thought in his mind Always drifting, home to home To everybody he was kind Was a hunter and a drinker A simple life his only care You could find him out on the backroad Or in a tavern, alone somewhere. Heard one day, that he'd been missing Gone out hunting, did not return. The sky turned cloudy, the wind grew still For his poor soul, my heart yearned Found him lying, in the mountains By a stream where he loved to be Lost a good friend and a good man Say farewell to Malcolm Murray It's been said, out on the backroad. There's a shadow by the light of the moon Never fear, never worry, It's just the memory of Malcolm Murray. Stood alone there out on the highway. In the blackness, on his own....