The Prisoner's Song
Oh, I wish I had someone to love me,
Someone to call me her own.
Oh, I wish I had someone to live with,
Cause I'm tired of living alone.
Someone to call me her own.
Oh, I wish I had someone to live with,
Cause I'm tired of living alone.
Oh please, meet me tonight in the moonlight,
Meet me tonight all alone,
For I have a sad story to tell you--
It's a story that's never been told.
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 a new jail tomorrow,
Leaving my poor darling alone,
With the cold prison bars all around me
And my head on a pillow of stone.
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,
That ship would be anchored and sold.
All mounted with silver and gold,
And before my poor darling would suffer,
That ship would be anchored and sold.
Now if I had the wings of an angel,
Over these prison walls I would fly,
I'd fly to the arms of my poor darling,
And there I'd be willing to die.
Over these prison walls I would fly,
I'd fly to the arms of my poor darling,
And there I'd be willing to die.
(Folk / 1926)
What a coincidence! I tried on a striped prison jacket in Berberjin when I was in Tokyo. No striped trousers in sight though, a suit would have been great.
ReplyDelete