Dont pay the ferryman de Chris De Burgh

Don't pay the ferrymanchris deburghit was late at night on the open road, speeding like a man on runa lifetime spent preparing for the is closer now and the search is on, reading from a map in the mind:yes there's that ragged hill and there's a boat on the when the rain came down, he heard a wild dog howlthere were voices in the night (don't do it)voices out of sight (dont't do it)to many men have failed before, whatever you do;don't pay the ferrymandon't even fix a pricedon't pay the ferrymanuntil he gets you to the other the rolling mist, then he gets on board, now there'll be no turning backbeware that hooded old man at the then the lightning flashed and the thunder roared,and people calling out his name,and dancing bones that jabbered-and-a-moaned on the then the ferryman said "there is trouble ahead,so you must pay me ; (don't do it)"you must pay me ; (don't do it)and still that voice came from beyond, whatever you do;don't pay the ferrymandon't even fix a pricedon't pay the ferrymanuntil he gets you to the other side