Highwayman
I was a highwaymanOn the coach roads I did rideWith sword and pistol by my sideMany a young maid lost her baubles to my tradeMany a soldier shed his lifeblood on my bladeThe bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-fiveBut I am still alive.
I was a sailorAnd I was born upon the tideAnd with the sea I did abide.I sailed a schooner round the Horn to MexicoI went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blowAnd when the yards broke off they said that I got killedBut I'm living still.
I was a dam builderAcross this river deep and wideWhere steel and water did collideIn a place called Boulder on the wild ColoradoI slipped and fell into the wet concrete belowThen they buried me in that great tomb that knows no soundBut I am still aroundI'll always be around
I fly a star shipAcross the universe divideAnd when I reach the other sideI'll find a place to rest my spirit if I canPerhaps I may become a highwayman againOr I may simply be a single drop of rainBut I will remainAnd I'll be back again, and again, and again...