I’m unwaged no more this December,
Will gulp the beer with my daily burger.
I’ve got a job, one dollar a day,
Will increase to three by the end of May.
Next Sunday when I get the coins in hand
I’ll go to the store near my remand;
Buy a bunch of roses, yellow and red;
Write with a blue ink my love unsaid.
You were a good friend, you are rich,
You are my love, that’s the only hitch,
You bear the royal blood my princess
And mine from a warm heart is no less.
I’ve a wage and I’ve the courage
To let my love out of the steel cage;
I know you adore me too, I know
Your silence is for my mercy I know.
I’m alive to earn, to buy us the dream;
When I’m done, I’ll melt the iron beam.
I’m learned, I’m in the jailhouse library;
Daytime they treat me good and are merry.
By the moonlight I serenade my songs
And I play music with a set of tongs.
I know the notes reach you in your sleep
And in your dreams you silently weep.
I’ve committed no sin but to love you;
The roses are forming a daily queue;
Someday they’ll touch your soul;
The thorns I’d use to dig like a mole.
And I’d be free; I’d be hated by all,
But I’d love you till our lives fall.