The Shadow - Robbie Robertson

We were gathered in the front room

Round the old RCA

For another episode of mystery

And suspense

Orson Welles at The Shadow

Comin' over the airwaves

In search of the Black Opal

All he found was bloodstains

I saw a reflection

In a broken mirror

And that’s when I knew

The Shadow was here

Way back in the radio days

The Shadow was here

The Black Opal

Had been stolen

If I’m a princess

In Zanzibar

Lives have been lost

In this ruthless escapade

They called upon Lamont Cranston

Otherwise known as The Shadow

They cracked down this killer thief

And reserved the precious stones

I saw a reflection

In a broken mirror

And that’s when I knew

The Shadow was here

From way back in the day

Of the radio years

Fighting crime and injustice

The Shadow was here

What evil lurks in the hearts of men?

The Shadow knows

When he returned from Bombay

With a stop in Tibet

Where he studied with the masters

Learned the secrets of the dead

He made himself invisible

And captured this killer thief

Recovered the Black Opal

And some of them for real

I saw a reflection

In a broken mirror

That’s when I knew

The Shadow was here

From back in the days

Of the radio years

Fighting crime and injustice

The Shadow was here