The highway man
“Still of a winter’s night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon, tossed upon the 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.”
Poem by Alfred Noyes, adapted to song by Loreena Mc Kennerit
LOGLINE:
An Irish pilot with conflicting loyalties fights the Nazis and the fate of a ghostly legend to save the woman he loves.
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