I was a highwayman, along the coach trails I did ride.
Sword and pistol by my side.
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade.
Many a soilder shed his lifeblood on my blade.
The bastards hung me in the spring of 25,
but I am still alive.
verse 2
I was a sailor, I was born upon the tide.
and 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.
verse 3
And 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 great tomb that knows no sound.
But I am still around.
I guess I'll always be around and around and around and around
and around ( fading)
verse 4
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.
outro
And I'll be back again and again and again and again