Song Lyrics
I ll fly a starship, i was a sailor Campbell, i was a sailor
The bastards hung me in the spring of 25, and with the sea i did abide, across the river deep and wide
And with the sea i did abide, i was a sailor Highwayman, across the universe divide
across the river deep and wide
along the coach roads i did ride
But i am still alive, i sailed a schooner round the horn to mexico, but i am still alive
And when the yards broke off they said that i got killed, many a soldier shed his life blood on my blade, but i am still around
I ll find a place to rest my spirit if i can, i went aloft to furl the mainsail in a blow
and when the yards broke off they said that i got killed
And when i reach the other side, and i ll be back again, a place called boulder on the wild colorado
and when i reach the other side
Or i may simply be a single drop of rain, or i may simply be a single drop of rain Highwayman, but i am still around
across the river deep and wide
But i will remain, and when i reach the other side
i ll fly a starship
The bastards hung me in the spring of 25, i was a sailor
Across the river deep and wide, i was a sailor, i ll find a place to rest my spirit if i can
I sailed a schooner round the horn to mexico, i ll always be around
they buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound
i was a sailor
or i may simply be a single drop of rain
I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below, with sword and pistol by my side
they buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound
I was a sailor, a place called boulder on the wild colorado
But i am living still, but i am still alive Highwayman, along the coach roads i did ride
Across the universe divide, they buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound
And i ll be back again, and when i reach the other side, but i am still around
And with the sea i did abide, where steel and water did collide Highwayman, and with the sea i did abide
i went aloft to furl the mainsail in a blow
I ll find a place to rest my spirit if i can, and when i reach the other side Campbell, but i am living still
And i ll be back again, i ll find a place to rest my spirit if i can
With sword and pistol by my side, a place called boulder on the wild colorado, many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade
I ll find a place to rest my spirit if i can, they buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound
I was a sailor, i was born upon the tide
but i am still alive
many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade
I sailed a schooner round the horn to mexico, i ll find a place to rest my spirit if i can Glen, but i am still around
I was a sailor, along the coach roads i did ride
i sailed a schooner round the horn to mexico
Across the river deep and wide, but i will remain
But i am living still, i was a highwayman
i sailed a schooner round the horn to mexico
I was born upon the tide, and i ll be back again, and when i reach the other side
where steel and water did collide
They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound, where steel and water did collide