Walking down death row   I sang for three men destined for the chair   Walking down death row   I sang of lives and loves in other years      Walking down death row   I sang of hopes that used to be   Through the bars into each separate cell   Yes, I sang to one and two and three      "If you'd only only stuck together, you'd not be here   If you could've loved each other's lives, you'd not be sitting here   And if only this you could believe   You still might, you might still be reprieved"      Walking down death row   I turned the corner and found to my surprise   There were women there as well   And babies in their arms before my eyes      Walking down death row   I tried again to sing of hopes, used to be   But the thought of that contraption down the hall   Waiting for whole families, one dozen, two, or three      If you'd only stuck together, you'd not be here   If you could've loved another's child as well, you'd not have to stay here   And if only this you could believe   You still might, you might still be reprieved      Walking down death row   I concentrated singing to the young   I sang of hopes that flickered still   I tried to mouth their many separate tongues      Walking down death row   I sang again of life and love that still could be   Singin' down death row   To each separate human cell, one billion, two, or three      If we'd only stick together, we'd not be here   If we could love another's child, if you could love another's life   Like your own, you'd not be here, and if only this you could believe   You still might, you might still be reprieved