Freedom
Freedom...
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
A long way from my home
Sing
Freedom
Freedom...
Sometimes I feel like I'm almost gone
Sometimes I feel like I'm almost gone
Sometimes I feel like I'm almost gone
A long, long, long way
Way from my home
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
I got a telephone in my bosom
And I can call him up from heart
When I need my brother / (Brother)
Brother / (Brother)
When I need my father / (Father)
Father, hey / (Father)
Mother / (Mother)
Mother, hey / (Mother)
Sister / (Sister)
Freedom...
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
A long way from my home
Sing
Freedom
Freedom...
Sometimes I feel like I'm almost gone
Sometimes I feel like I'm almost gone
Sometimes I feel like I'm almost gone
A long, long, long way
Way from my home
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
I got a telephone in my bosom
And I can call him up from heart
When I need my brother / (Brother)
Brother / (Brother)
When I need my father / (Father)
Father, hey / (Father)
Mother / (Mother)
Mother, hey / (Mother)
Sister / (Sister)