The Highwayman

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

With the sword and pistol by my side

Many young maid lost their baubles to my trade

Many soldiers shed his life blood on my blade

The bastards hung me in the spring of '25

But I am still alive

And I was a sailor, I was born upon the tide

And with the sea I did abide

I sailed a schooner 'round the horn to Mexico

I went aloft to furl the mainsail in a blow

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

But I am living still

I was a dam builder across the rivers, 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 great tomb that knows no sound

But I am still around

I guess I'll always be around

And 'round, and 'round, and 'round, and 'round

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