Walking Down Death Row

Walking down death row I sang for three men destined for the chair Walking down death row I sang of lives and loves in other years Walking down death row I sang of hopes that used to be Through the bars into each separate cell Yes, I sang to one and two and three "If you'd only only stuck together, you'd not be here If you could've loved each other's lives, you'd not be sitting here And if only this you could believe You still might, you might still be reprieved" Walking down death row I turned the corner and found to my surprise There were women there as well And babies in their arms before my eyes Walking down death row I tried again to sing of hopes, used to be But the thought of that contraption down the hall Waiting for whole families, one dozen, two, or three If you'd only stuck together, you'd not be here If you could've loved another's child as well, you'd not have to stay here And if only this you could believe You still might, you might still be reprieved Walking down death row I concentrated singing to the young I sang of hopes that flickered still I tried to mouth their many separate tongues Walking down death row I sang again of life and love that still could be Singin' down death row To each separate human cell, one billion, two, or three If we'd only stick together, we'd not be here If we could love another's child, if you could love another's life Like your own, you'd not be here, and if only this you could believe You still might, you might still be reprieved