The Land Of The Truly Free

Tickle the fiddle, strike the drum
From all around the world we’ve come
Remember the blood that all men bleed
Has no race, sex, or creed
In The Land Of The Truly Free
Leave your troubles all behind
Make a wish for all man kind
Find true love, lose the blues
Enjoy our battles in running shoes
So hear it is, the Millennium
2000 has finally come
By golly, it’s good to see you here
It’s just another golden year
In The Land Of The Truly Free