Highwayman

jimmy webb

I was a highwayman • along the coach roads I did ride
sword and pistol by my side
many a young maid lost her pobbles to my trade
many a soldier shed his lifeblood 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
with the sea I did abide
I sailed a schooner round the horn of Mexico
I went aloft and furled the main sail in a blow
and when the yard broke off they say that I got killed
but I am living still

I was a dam builder • across a river long and wide
where steel and water did collide
a place called Bolder on the wild Colorado
I slipped and fell on the wet concrete below
they buried me in that gray tomb that knows no sounds
but I am still around

...I'll always be around...and around...and around...and around...

I'll 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...