'The Highwayman': original poem by Alfred Noyes, a somewhat shortened version sung by Loreena McKennitt here (there's a delay in the audio on the video, so you may just want to listen to it):
And still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding—
Riding—riding—
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.
That's how the moon looks to me, tonight, as the clouds pass in front of it so very quickly and it shines its full face upon the night.