The Highwayman

I was a highwayman
On the coach roads I did ride
With a 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 bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-five
But I'm still alive

I was a sailor
And 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 and furled the mainsail in a blow
And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed
But I'm living still

I was a dam builder
Across this river deep and wide
Where steel and water did collide
In a place called Boulder on the wild Colorado
I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below
They buried me in that grey tomb that knows no sound
But I'm still around
And I'll always be around, and around, and around

And I flew a star ship
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 come back again, and again, and again
And again, and again, and again