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 basterds hung me in the spring of 25,
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 of Mexico,
I went aloft and furled the main sail in a blow,
And when the yard broke off they say that I got killed, But I am living still
I was a dam builder, across a river long 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