I was a highwayman along the coach roads I did ride
with sword and pistol by my side
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade.
Many a soldier lost his lifeblood 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
with the sea I did abide
I sailed a schooner round the horn of Mexico
I went aloft to 'furl the mainsail in a '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 wide 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'll always be around and around and around and around and around
I 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
