Prisoner - Peter Kaukonen

    Locked up in a cell:
    Captured by a spell now he's doin' time:
    Locked up in his mind

    Starin' at the walls:
    Here the echo in the halls let the time go by:
    Cannot see the sky

    (It used to be blue with clouds overhead like cotton birds were singing
    Trees now all I see is stone)

    Locked up in these halls of stone
    Hands upon the bars
    I'm so very far from home
    And I cannot see the stars

    (There used to be stars overhead
    as if a mad hand had thown diamonds on rusted black velvet)

    Locked up in a cell:
    Behind walls of stone
    Sad about the prisoner
    Real sad about Billy

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