Lonesome Cell
Once in a blue moon,
I'll write a romantic tune.
The song will be special for the one I love,
I'll sing it to her soon.
I'll sing it from the roof top,
I'll sing it all night, none-stop.
The police may come and arrest me,
but my baby, she will stay free.
Free to write me in jail,
of nice things she will tell.
My love song I will wail,
from my lonesome cell.
One day I will be set free,
once again I can sing my romantic song.
Maybe I should make a CD,
then nothing really could go wrong.
poem by David Darbyshire
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