I'll Meet You At The Penitentiary Gate Poem by Mark Heathcote

I'll meet you at the penitentiary gate.
When we've paid our debt
And the jailer has wept.
I'll meet you at the penitentiary gate.
When there's no more malice in your soul
When there's no more malevolence in your heart
When there's no more redemption to be sung
And the chains and locks have been sprung
I'll meet you at the penitentiary gate.
I'll meet you at the penitentiary gate.
And we'll be young like jackdaws at night.
We'll give all those heavenly angels a fright
Yes, sir, I'll meet you at the penitentiary gate.
When freedom seals my fate with the magistrate
That pardons me to leave.
Exonerates my bad deeds and rewards me
With freedom, with freedom,
At the penitentiary gate
That's when I'll thank the man.
That's when I'll thank the man for my freedom, born again.