hI was a Ahighwayman. Along the Gcoach roads I did hride
AWith sword and Gpistol by my Aside
eMany a hyoung maid lost her Abaubles to my Gtrade
eMany a hsoldier shed his Alifeblood on my Gblade
hThe bastards Ahung me in the Gspring of Atwenty-Dfive
But GI am still Aalive.

I was a sailor. I was born upon the tide
And 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 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 great tomb that knows no sound
But I am still around..
I'll always be
Daround..and Aaround and haround and fisaround
and Garound D - - e - - - - G-A-D - - - -

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..