FREEDOM

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
A long way from my home

Freedom freedom freedom freedom
Freedom freedom freedom freedom

Sometimes I feel like I’m almost gone
A long, long, long, way, way from my home

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 father, father

When I need my sister, sister

When I need my mother, mother
Hey, yeah

Richie Havens