I can see the world's changing,
I can see it re-arranging,
Happening before my very eyes.
Everywhere the cements growing,
In the street the traffic's flowing,
Ruining the air up in the skys,
Is no surprise.
I want to get away and live my life,
In the rivers and trees,
I want to spend the days making wine and be free,
Be free (Be free, be free)
I can hear the cities calling,
Come on down i can feel you falling,
Happening for all of us to see.
See the deepening cement hollow,
Reaching out for those who follow,
hunkering on far too many lies,
Its no surprise.
I want to get away and live my life,
In the rivers and trees,
I want to spend my days making wine,
And be free (be free, be free) and be free.
From the winds so far away,
Ive had an inner vision,
Ive seen the universe unfold.
[Instrumental]
I can hear the school bell ringing,
From the yard the children singing,
Merily life is but a dream.
In the street there go the brothers,
Selling slow and ship to others,
Aiding those whos songs have turned to crys,
Is no surprise.
I want to get away and live my life,
In the rivers and trees,
I want to spend my days making wine,
And be free, and be free, and be free (be free...)
I can see it re-arranging,
Happening before my very eyes.
Everywhere the cements growing,
In the street the traffic's flowing,
Ruining the air up in the skys,
Is no surprise.
I want to get away and live my life,
In the rivers and trees,
I want to spend the days making wine and be free,
Be free (Be free, be free)
I can hear the cities calling,
Come on down i can feel you falling,
Happening for all of us to see.
See the deepening cement hollow,
Reaching out for those who follow,
hunkering on far too many lies,
Its no surprise.
I want to get away and live my life,
In the rivers and trees,
I want to spend my days making wine,
And be free (be free, be free) and be free.
From the winds so far away,
Ive had an inner vision,
Ive seen the universe unfold.
[Instrumental]
I can hear the school bell ringing,
From the yard the children singing,
Merily life is but a dream.
In the street there go the brothers,
Selling slow and ship to others,
Aiding those whos songs have turned to crys,
Is no surprise.
I want to get away and live my life,
In the rivers and trees,
I want to spend my days making wine,
And be free, and be free, and be free (be free...)