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 of Mexico.
I went aloft to furl the mains'l 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 a 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'll always be around
(and around, and around, and around, and around, and around)
I 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
and again, and again, and again, and again, and again.

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