Highwayman

I was a highwayman Along the coach roads, I did ride My sword and pistol by my side Many a young maid lost her babbles to my trade Many a soldier shed his life blood 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 The way of the sea I did abide I sailed a schooner 'round the Horn of Mexico I went aloft to furl the mainsail, so little 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 wild Colorado I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below They buried me in that grey 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 fly 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 be back again and again and again And again and again and again