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 Freedom, freedom Freedom, freedom Freedom, freedom Freedom, freedom 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 Clap your hands, clap your hands Clap your hands, clap your hands Clap your hands, clap your hands Hey, yeah I got a telephone in my bosom And I can call him up from my heart I got a telephone in my bosom And I can call him up from my heart When I need my brother, brother When I need my mother, mother Hey, yeah [unverified]