The Highwaymen Follow

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 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 around, around, around, around, 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

With sword and pistol by my side
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade