These chains are now my only friends And solitude my joy I think I hear the distant laugh Of the count Savoy Tonight I'll leave this cursed home And dream of freedom all night long Yet wake up still the prisoner of Chillon I'm punished for God's Holy Word Imprisoned for my stand But if I die a martyr's d**h I will not recant I'll trust it till my strength is gone Then leap into eternal dawn Thus freeing me, the prisoner of Chillon For I would gladly sacrifice my all to the Son And here I gladly serve Him as the prisoner of The prisoner of, the prisoner of A mouse to keep me company A spider on my wall And no one else to comfort me Or hear my anguished call I made my bed upon these stones And pa** the hours all alone For I am still the prisoner of Chillon Yes, I am still the prisoner of Chillon Yes, I am still the prisoner of Chillon