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 livin' 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 great 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 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