THE PRISONER'S SONG
Oh! I wish I had some one to love me—
Some one to call me their own;
Oh! I wish I had some one to live with—
'Cause I'm tired of living alone.
Oh! Please meet me tonight in the moonlight—
Please meet me tonight all alone,
For I have a sad story to tell you—
It's a story that's never been told.
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 darlin' would suffer,
Oh! that ship would be anchored and sold.
Now if I had the wings of an angel—
Over these prison walls I would fly,
And I'd fly to the arms of my poor darlin'
And there I'd be willing to die.