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 gray tomb that knows no sound but i am still around i ll fly a star ship 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 and again