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