And still on 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 gypsy's ribbon looping the purple moor,
The highwayman comes riding

-"The Highwayman"
Alfred Noyes

You touched my hand and you smiled
All the way back you held out your hand
If I hope and If I pray
Ooh well it might work out someday

- "Seven Wonders"
Fleetwood Mac