Highwayman

I was a highwayman

along the coach roads I did ride

sword and pistol by my side

many a young maid lost her baubbles 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

the way of the sea I did abide

I sailed a schooner 'round the horn of mexico

I went aloft unfurled the mainsail let it 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 grey 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 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...