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

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 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

And around

I fly a starship

'Cross 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