I Was a 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 bobbles to my trade Many a soldier Shed his life blood 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 Around the Horn of 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 I crossed 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 gray tomb That knows no sound But I am still around I'll always be around And around and around And around and around I fly a starship Across the universe divine 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