They came for him one winter's night.
Arrested, he was bound.
They said there'd been a robbery,
His pistol had been found.
They marched to the station house,
He waited for the dawn.
And as they led him to the dock,
He knew that he'd been wrong.
"You stand accused of robbery, "
He heard the bailiff say.
He knew without an alibi,
Tomorrow's light would mourn his freedom.
Over the hills and far away,
For ten long years he'll count the days.
Over the mountains and the seas,
A prisoner's life for him there'll be.
He knew that it would cost him dear,
But yet he dare not say.
Where he had been that fateful night,
A secret it must stay.
He had to fight back tears of rage.
His heart beats like a drum.
For with the wife of his best friend,
He spent his final night of…
