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,
[2]
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.
[3]
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.
[4]
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.
[5]
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.
