Dreams Are a Dime a Dozen - Kate Smith, Four Chicks And A Chuck

On a long lonesome journey I am going oh my sweet little darling don’t cry

For in shackles and chains they will take me to a prison to live till I die

And each night through the bars I will gaze at the stars

My dreams dear for you so in vain

A piece of stone I will use for my pillow while I’m sleeping in shackles and

chains

Put your arms through these bars once more darling

Let me kiss those sweet lips I love best

In sorrow they were my consolation and in sadness my heaven of rest

And at night through the bars…