Freedom Zwan

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

Sometime I feel like I'm almost gone
Sometime I feel like I'm almost gone
Sometime I feel like I'm almost gone
A long way form 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

I got a telephone in my pajama, and can call you from my heart
I got a telephone in my pajama, and I can call you from my heart