Lyrics
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Freedom is sweet
And sometimes it’s fleeting
Like a bird on the street
Or flying or tweeting
The songbird you’re greeting
There on the sill
May fly away still
May fly away still
Freedom is grand
Even when it is small
As the palm of a hand
Or a bug on the wall
Yet, freedom is all
It’s everything
So let it ring
So let it ring
But not too loud
But not too strong
Remain in the crowd
But not too long
Long enough to get away
Not long enough to stay
Freedom is wise
Freedom is mad
Free as the skies
And just as glad
Freedom is sad
But most of all
Freedom is small
Yes, freedom is small
Freedom is sometimes granted by princes
And the granting sometimes evinces
A certain attitude
Of bowing gratitude
And freedom thrives in sheltered places
Enjoyed by the most enlightened of races
Until, under bold attack,
The trusted prince takes freedom back
Freedom is fine
Freedom is golden
Freedom is mine
I am unbeholden
My freedom’s unfoldin’
Like a bitter rind
In my mind
In my mind
All words and music by Dave Hall ©
Publisher: Row House Music PRO: ASCAP
