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. 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