Chlanna nan con thigibh a so's gheibh sibh feoil




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 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...