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 will always be around 



I fly a starship across the Universe divide and when I reach the other side 

I will 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 will be back again