Part Viii

<br>There`s a tiny little window and the sun comes shining through<br>Dancing with the dust that`s in my cell<br>There`s a sparrow sitting on the sill and he stays for a minute or two<br>But he`s frightened by the ringing of the bell<br>There`s a bed that I must lie on when at night I take my rest<br>And a chair for me to sit on through the day<br>The men who wait beside me always know what`s best<br>For a man who doesn`t have too much to say<br>Throw a laugh into the corner, blow a tear against the wall<br>Learn a game to play, improve the mind<br>Confess your sins, you sinner, and think how the seconds fall<br>Leave all earthly cares and woes behind<br>And when my short affair with life is ended and I`m gone<br>Will you tell the world the story of John Lee?<br>All you see is nothing and yet everything lives on<br>I was born to pay the hangman`s fee