The Prisoner Song

Now if I had 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   Now 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   In my mind 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   I’ll be carried to the new jail tomorrow   Leaving my poor darling all alone   With the cold prison bars all around me   And my head on a pillow of stone   Now if I had 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