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 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
And 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 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 And Around

I 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..