Highwayman - The Highway Women

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