I was a highwayman along the coach roads I did ride With the 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 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 am living still, perhaps I'll always, I don't know
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, seems like it all goes 'round and 'round and 'round And 'round and 'round yes it goes when here we go
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 Yes, I will when here we go but I'll be back again Yes, I will when here we go but I'll be back again