Highwayman - The Highwaymen

I was a highwayman along the Coach roads, I did ride With the sword and pistol by my side Many young maid lost their baubles to my trade Many soldiers shed his life blood on my blade The bastards hung me in the spring of '25 But I am still alive And 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 to furl the mainsail in a blow And when the yards broke off, they say that I got killed But I am living still I was a dam builder across the rivers, 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 guess I'll always be around And 'round, and 'round, and 'round, and 'round 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, and again

Alas he was the highwayman The one that comes and goes And only the highwaywoman Keeps up with the likes of those And she in all her magic With hands as quick as light Took him to be a challange And went into the night And he in all his glory Was far ahead of her But she was never sorry For wishes that would burn Enter compitition She chases beneath the moon Her horse is like a dragonfly She is just a fool And she wonders is this real Or does she just want to be queen And he fights the way he feels Is this the end of a dream? And then he sees her coming Heartbeats on the wind Considers slowing down But then he could never win And she, out in the distance Sees him against the sky A pale and violent rider A dream begun in wine And she wonders is this real Or does she just want to be queen And he fights the way he feels Is this the end of a dream A dream as the thunder wakes her And her highwayman disappears Or a life already lived before In eyes welled with tears Today and still today they ride Will they ever win He the glory, she the love And still they try again He the glory, she the love And still they try again He the glory, she the love And still they try again

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 will always be around I fly a starship across the Universe divide and when I reach the other side I will 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 will be back again

Was it bitter then, With our backs against the wall? Were we better men, Than we'd ever been before? Say, if she came again today, Would you still answer to the call? Tell the truth my friend, Don't it matter anymore? We were simple men, By her side when she was born. Talkin' about the dream. It was simple then, Like the freedom when you fall. And we were smaller then you see, But soon we gathered like a storm. They don't understand What that thunder meant at all. Was he crucified, Was he done in by the law? Are you satisfied, That he'll never ride again? Some people say he got away, They say he never died at all. If that story's true, Does it bother you my friend? Was it bitter then, With our backs against the wall? Spoken Say, two thousand years ago. Were we better men, Than we'd ever been before? Spoken Or two hundred years ago. Say, if she came again today, Would you still answer to the call? Or tomorrow. Tell the truth my friend, Don't it matter anymore?

In my own way, I'm a believer. In my own way, right or wrong. I don't talk too much about it. It's something I keep workin' on. I don't have too much to build on, My faith has never been that strong. There is a man there in that buildin'. He's a holy man, they say. He keeps talkin' about tomorrow, While I keep strugglin' with today. He preaches hellfire and brimstone, And heaven seems so far away. I do believe in a higher power. One that loves us, one and all. Not someone to solve my problems, Or to catch me when I fall. He gave us all a mind to think with. And to know what's right or wrong. He is that inner spirit, That keeps us strong. In my own way, I'm a believer. But not in voices I can't hear. I believe in a lovin' father. One I never have to fear, That I should live life at its fullest, Just as long as I am here. Mmm-mmm, mmm-mm.

I taught the weeping willow how to cry, cry, cry And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you, big river And I'm gonna sit right here until I die I met her accidentally in St. Paul, Minnesota And it tore me up every time I heard her drawl, Southern drawl Then I heard my dream was back downstream cavortin' in Davenport And I followed you, big river, when she called Oh, she took me to St. Louis later on, down the river A freighter said she's been here, but she's gone, boy, she's gone An' I found her trail in Memphis, but she just walked up the block Raised a few eyebrows, and went on down alone Well, I pulled into Natchez, next day down the river But there wasn't much there to make the rounders stay very long When I left, it was raining, so nobody saw me crying Big river, why she buried me this way? Now, won't you batter down by Baton Rouge? River Queen, roll it on Take that woman on down to New Orleans, New Orleans Go on, I've had enough Dump my blues down in the gulf She loves you, big river, more than me I taught the weeping willow how to cry, cry, cry And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky And the tears I cried for that woman are gonna flood you, big river Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die