Freedom

Freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom
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
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, long way, way from my home
Yeah Lord, from my home, yeah
Clap your hands, clap your hands
Clap your hands, clap your hands
Clap your hands, clap your hands
Clap your hands, clap your hands
I got a telephone in my pazama
And I can call it up from my heart
I got a telephone in my pazama
And I can call you from my heart
When I need my brother (brother) brother
When I need my father (father) father
When I need my mother (mother) mother
When I need my sister (sister) sister
When I need my brother (brother) brother
When I need my father (father) father