The Highwayman

I was a highwayman

Along the coachroads I did ride

With sword and pistol at my side

Many of young maid lost their baubles to my trade

Many of soldier shed his life blood on my blade

The bastards hung me in the spring of 25

But I'm still alive

I was a sailor

I was born upon the tide

And with the sea I did abide

Sailed my schooner 'round the horn to mexico

I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow

When the yards broke off they said that I got killed

But I am living still

I was a damn builder

Across the river deep and wide

Where steel and water did colide

A place called boulder on the wild colorado

I slipped and fell into that wet concrete below

They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound

But I'm still around

Oh, 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

When I reach the other side

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

I'll be back again

And again, and again, and again

And again, and again, and again