The Prisoner's Song

Oh, I wish I had someone to love me

Someone to call me their own

Oh, I wish I had someone to live with

'Cause I'm tired of living alone.

I'll be carried to the new jail tomorrow

Leaving my poor darling alone

With the cold prison bars all around me

And my head on a pillow of stone.

Now, I have a grand ship on the ocean

All mounted with silver and gold

And before my poor darling would suffer

Oh, that ship would be anchored and sold.

Now if I had the wings like an angel

Over these prison walls I would fly

And I'd fly to the arms of my darling

And there I'd be willing to die...