THE HIGHWAYMAN
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 great tomb that knows no sound
But I am still around..
Ill always be around, and around, and around, and around, and around..
Ill fly a starship
And when I reach the other side
Ill 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 Ill be back again
and again, and again, and again, and again…