the sky's a -leapin' on a warning
Those mighty ce dars bleed
children dying in the street
still at it in our own place
Still trying to reach the future
Still trying to carve tomorrow
But hey, don't listen to me
We've heard too much of that before
Right now I only want to be with you
Till the morning dew comes falling
I want to take you to the island
We'll make love to the sound of
Witch doctors praying for
No way our holy flag is gonna fall
Up here we sacrifice our children
To fear the worn out dreams
And teach them dying will
But hey, don't listen to me,
I've sung too much of that before
Till the morning dew comes falling
I wanna take you to the island
And trace your footprints in the sand
We'll make love to the sound of the ocean
Now I know us plain folks
And I know this peace and
And I guess these young boys
Is just what being free is
Will bring us all together in the end
Freedom, Freedom, Freedom
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