I was a highwayman
Along the coach roads I did ride
With a sword and pistol by my sideMany 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
And 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
And 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
And I was a dam builder
Across this river deep and wide
Where steel and water did collide
In 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
And I′ll always be around and around and around
And I flew a starship
Across the Universe divide
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
And I will remain
And I′ll come back again, and again and again
And again, and again and again
