Highwayman

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 shed his lifeblood on my blade

The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty five

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 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 am living still

I was a dam builder, across a 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 gray tomb that knows no sound

But I am still around

I’ll always be around, and around,

and around, and around,

and around, and around …

I’ll fly a starship ‘cross 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, and again …