Sir Dominick's Bargain

II

I travel to Dunoran

By bog and hill, by winding stream and twisting road

By rocky gorge and mountain range

By wild moor and straggling wood

I travel to Dunoran for business

By mail coach and by horseback

By posting house and rough thatched country inn

I travel as a gentleman will do

Solitary and melancholy

But with eyes wide open

A curious seeker after strange tales

I have no face, I have no name

I have no voice, save for the one in your head

I am the stranger by the fireside,

A wanderer in the woods

I am the ghost at the heart of the story

I am the ghost you cannot see but for looking

I travel to Dunoran

Up a long grass road, under the shadow of tall trees

Along the ridge of a precipice

At the wild edge of an ancient forest

To an old house, ruined and delapidated

Lonely and morose

I travel to Dunoran