Highwayman

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 life blood 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
 And 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
 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'll 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...