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 
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 livin' still 

I was a dam builder 
Across the river deep and wide 

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'll always be around 
And around and around 
And around and around 
And around 

I fly a starship 
'Cross 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 
And again and again 
And again