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 to furl the mainsail so little 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
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