Highwayman

I was a highwayman Along the coach roads I did ride With a 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 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