I Was A Highwayman
Along The Coach Roads I Did Ride
With A Sword And Pistol By My SideMany 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

And 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
And I Went Aloft And Furled The Mainsail In A Blow
When The Yards Broke Off They Said That I Got Killed
But I Am Living Still

And I Was A Dam Builder
Across This River Deep And Wide
Where Steel And Water Did Collide
In 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
And I′ll Always Be Around And Around And Around

And I Flew A Starship
Across The Universe Divide
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
And I Will Remain
And I′ll Come Back Again, And Again And Again
And Again, And Again And Again