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 am still around
I'll always be 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