The[G judge said stand up lad and dry up your[D7] tears,
Your sentenced to Dartmore for twenty one[G] years,
So dry up your tears babe and kiss me good[D7]bye,
For the[D] best friends must part babe,so must you and[G] I,
I hear the train coming, t'will be here at nine,
To take me to Dartmore to serce up my time,
I look down the railway,and plainly I see,
Your standing there waving your good bye's to me.
Six months have gone by babe,I wish I was dead,
This cold werar prison,a stone for my head,
It's raining it's hailing,the moon gives no light,
Oh wont you tell me babe,why you never wright.
I've counted the days babe I've counted the nights,
I've counted the footsteps I've counted the lights
I've counted the raindrops I've counted the stars,
I've counted a million of these prison bars.
I waited I trusted I longed for the day,
A life-time so lonely,now my hair's turning grey,
But my thoughts are for you babe till im out of my mind,
For twenty one years is a mighty long time.