I was a highwayman
clong 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 '25
But I am still alive

I was a sailor
I was born upon the tide
cnd with the sea I did abide
I sailed a schooner 'round the Horn to
Mexico
I went aloft to furl the mainsail in a blow
cnd when the yards broke off they said that I
got killed
But I am living still

I was a dam builder
ccross the river deep and wide
Where steel and water did collide
c 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

I fly a starship
ccross the universe divide
cnd 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
cnd I'll be back again, and again, and again