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 

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 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 great tomb 
that knows no sound 
But I' m still around 
I' ll always be around 

And around 
And around 
And around 
And around 

And around 
And around 
I fly a starship 
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