I was a highwayman along the coach roads I did ride

With the sword and pistol by my side

Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade

Many a soldier left 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 of Mexico

I went aloft to furl the mainsail in a blow

And when the yards broke off they say that I got killed

But I am living still perhaps I'll always I don't know

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

Seems like it all goes 'round and 'round and 'round

And 'round and 'round yes it does when here we go

I'll fly a starship 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

I'll be back again

Yes I will when here we go but I'll be back again

Yes I will when here we go but I'll be back again