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,

For I’m tired of living alone.





Oh, please meet me tonight in the moonlight,

Oh 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 those cold prison bars all around me,

And my head on a pillow of stone.





I have a grand ship on the ocean

All laden with silver and gold,

And before my poor darling should suffer

That ship would be anchored and sold.





Now if I had wings like an angel

Over these prison bars I would fly.

I would fly to the arms of my darling

And there I’d be willing to die.





Oh, there’s room in my album for your picture.

Oh, there’s room in my heart for your love.

There is room up in heaven for sweet hearts

Where parting will never be known.