Highwayman

I was a highwayman

Along the coach roads, I did ride

My sword and pistol by my side

Many a young maid lost her babbles to my trade

Many a soldier shed his life blood on my blade

The bastards hung me in the spring of '25

But I am still alive

I was a sailor

I was born upon the tide

The way of the sea I did abide

I sailed a schooner 'round the Horn of Mexico

I went aloft to furl the mainsail, so little blow

And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed

But I am living still

I was a dam builder

Across the river, deep and wide

Where steel and water did collide

A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado

I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below

They buried me in that grey tomb that knows no sound

But I am still around

I'll always be around and around and around

And around and around and around

I fly a star ship

Across the universe divide

And when I reach the other side

I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can

Perhaps, I may become a highwayman again

Or I may simply be a single drop of rain

But I will remain

And I'll be back again and again and again

And again and again and again