The Warden led the Prisoner down the Hallway to his Doom. 
I stud up to say good-bye - like all the rest. 
And I heard him tell the Warden just before he reach myself: 
Let my Guitaer play in Friend - to my request. 

Let him sing me back home with the song I use to hear. 
Make my old memories come alive.
Take me away, and turn back to years - 
sing me back home before I die. 

I recall last Sunday morning, a Choir along the Street 
came to sing a few old Gospel songs. 
And I heard him tell the singers 
There’s a song my mama sing. 
Could I hear it once - before You move alone ?

Sing me back home tha song I use to hear 
Make my old memoriese come alive.
Take me away and turn back to years, 
sing me back home before I die. 

I want You sing me back home the song I use to hear, 
make my old memories come alive. 
Take me away and turn back to years - 
sing me back home before I die, 
sing me back home before I die. 


                          Thanks to Stefan Trifonov for correcting these lyrics