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 lifeblood on my blade The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty five But I am still alive
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 I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow And when the yards broke off, they said that I got killed But I am livin' still
I was a dam builder across a river deep and wide Where steel and water did collide A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado I slipped and fell on the wet concrete below They buried me in that gray tomb that knows no sounds But I am still around
I'll always be around, and 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