(Pete Seeger) Walking down d**h row I sang for three men destined for the chair Walking down d**h row I sang of lives and loves in other years Walking down d**h row I sang of hopes that used to be Through the bars Into each separate cell I sang for 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 d**h row I turned the corner and found to my surprise There were women there as well With babies in their arms before my eyes Walking down d**h row I tried once more to sing of hopes that 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 as yours You'd not be sitting here And if only this you could believe You still might, you might still be reprieved" Walking down d**h row I concentrated, singing to the young I sang of hopes that flickered still I tried to mouth their many separate tongues Walking down d**h row I sang of life and love that still might be Singing, singing down d**h 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 learn to love each other's lives We'd not be sitting here And if only this you would believe We still might, we might still be reprieved"