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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
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 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..
