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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 closer now and the search is on, reading from a map in the mind, yes there´s the raged 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 ruuder, and then the lighting flashed and the thunder roared, and people calling out his name, and dancing bones that jabbered and a moaned on the water, And the ferryman said “there is trouble e ahead so you must pay me now,” don´t do it ! “you must pay me now,” 2don´t do it !” and still that voice came from beyond, Watever you do, Don´t pay the ferryman, don´t even fix a price, don´t pay the ferryman until he gets to the other side; don´t pay the ferryman ! |
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