Highwayman

I was a highwayman, along the coach roads I did ride

Sword and pistol by my side

Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade

Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade

The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty five

But I am still alive



I was a sailor, I was born upon the tide

With the sea I did abide

I sailed a schooner 'round the Horn to Mexico

I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow

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

But I am livin' still



I was a dam builder across a river deep and wide

Where steel and water did collide

A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado

I slipped and fell on the wet concrete below

They buried me in that gray tomb that knows no sounds

But I am still around



I'll always be around, and around

And around, and around, and around



I'll fly a starship 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