Highwayman

I was a highwayman Along the coach roads I did ride With sword and pistol by my side Many a young maid lost their baubles to my trade Many a soldier shed his life blood on my blade They finally hung me in the spring of '25 But I am still alive I was a sailor, and I was born upon the tide And with the sea I did abide I sailed a schooner 'round the horn of 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'm living still And 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'm still around I guess I'll always be 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, and again, and again Ba-ba-ba Ba-da-da-di