A simple call by a bird so small
A pure and honest call, a song to the marsh,
after a thousand mile flight, in a land so harsh.
No things belonging to, no debts, no obligations due
Pure and simple and owing not
A pure freedom we seem to have forgot
So what will you choose?
Have you been there, will you go?
Can you pay the price of this freedom?
Is it strong enough in you, do you know?
If it is, I will be out there, somewhere
I will greet you as a friend, in your freedom day
And from all the trappings, we will fly away
A song of freedom calls