Alone from night to night you’ll find me,
Too weak to break the chains that bind me,
I need no shackles to remind me,
I’m just a prisoner of love!
 
For [bad word] I stand and wait now,
From one who’s master of my fate now,
I can’t escape for it’s too late now,
I’m just a prisoner of love!
 
What’s the good of my caring,
if someone is sharing those arms with me!
Although she has another,
I can’t have another, for I’m not free!
 
She’s in my dreams awake or sleeping,
Upon my knees to her I’m creeping,
My very life is in her keeping,
I’m just a prisoner of love . . .
 
What’s the good of my caring,
if someone is sharing those arms with me!
Although she has another,
I can’t have another, for I’m not free!
 
She’s in my dreams awake or sleeping,
Upon my knees to her I’m creeping,
My very life is in her keeping,
I’m just a prisoner of love . . .