I was a highwayman along the coach roads I did ride 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 The way of the sea I did abide I sailed a schooner 'round the horn of Mexico I went aloft to furl the mainsail so little 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 gray tomb that knows no sound But I am still around, I'll always be around and around and around And around and around and around I fly a star ship 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 around and around and around and around