Freedom

Need I be shaking,
The air is a-breaking,
Love is a-quaking,
Yet legs are strangely numb,

Going up north,
Or heading down south,
It's all the same breeze,,
For it is blown, by the same mouth,

And you can see it in the pastures,
You can feel it in the fields,
You can taste it in a maiden's rose,
You can hear it in the lovers sigh,
You can touch it all around,

The ancient word the world has spoken,
Since made, it was,
Freedom, freedom.

So gather round all ye rebels and scoundrels,
All ye proud and kind souls,
And heed the words I speak,
None of you will ever outrun death,
It's coming for us all, with light feet
And with righteous will,
So stand up for all the times, both good and bad,
You can stay or tread off the track,
Just shout back,

As you see it in the pastures,

And feel it on the fields,

And taste it in a maiden's rose,

As you hear it in the lovers sigh,

And touch it all around,

Freedom, freedom.