Highwayman

I was a highwayman along the Coach roads, I did ride With the sword and pistol by my side Many young maid lost their baubles to my trade Many soldiers shed his life blood on my blade The bastards hung me in the spring of '25 But I am still alive And 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 say that I got killed But I am living still I was a dam builder across the rivers, 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 guess I'll always be around And 'round, and 'round, and 'round, and 'round 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