Don`t Pay The Ferryman — текст песни (Chris De Burgh)

It was late at night on the open road,
Speeding like a man on the run,
A lifetime spent preparing for the journey;

He is close now and the search is on,
Reading from a map in the mind,
Yes there`s the ragged hill,
And there`s the boat on the river,

And when the rain came down,
He heard a wild dog howl,
There were voices in the night - Don`t do it!
Voices out of sight - Don`t do it!
Too many men have failed before,
Whatever you do,

Don`t pay the ferryman,
Don`t even fix a price,
Don`t pay the ferryman,
Until he gets you to the other side;

In the rolling mist then he gets on board,
Now there`ll be no turning back,
Beware that hooded old man at the rudder,
And then the lightning flashed, and the thunder roared,
And dancing bones that jabbered and a-moaned
On the water;

And then the ferryman said,
There is trouble ahead,
So you must pay me now, - Don`t do it!
you must pay me now, - Don`t do it!
And still that voice came from beyond,
Whatever you do,

Don`t pay the ferryman,
Don`t even fix a price,
Don`t pay the ferryman,
Until he gets you to the other side;

Don`t pay - the ferryman!