From the Bowery to old Suffolk Street A five dollar bill in her pocket And a worldful of people to meet Ships rigging up in the Hudson Waiting for love to set sail Emma she tells Alexander "I'll be there when you walk from the jail" "Take my hand. I'll take yours. Save my life. I'll save yours." Newspaper talk turns to headlines A love so cemented in fame A word to the strike-breaking bosses Propaganda in deed and in name Fourteen long years on the island It's a lifetime of summers to wait And Emma, she meets Alexander As they unlock the last prison gate "Take my hand. I'll take yours. Save my life. I'll save yours."
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