Freedom ain't singing freedom songs
Been that way since the revolution gone
Fires burning, earth stained in blood
Dark clouds falling, river raging flood.

It's the loving and the making
So many ways you can walk along this road
My mind, my body aching
I'm coming back home.

Come down from the mountains, from the highlands
Wild horses plough the earth, of a desolate land
Past deserted stations, down broken trains
Won't be bringing anyone, taking them back again.

It's the loving and the making
So many ways you can walk along this road
My mind, my body aching
I'm coming back home.

You can take the high road
I'll walk along the sea
Magnolia blossom, sweet-smelling tree
The blood of our fathers lights the road we're on
Moving out of the darkness to a place in the sun.

It's the loving and the making
So many ways you can walk along this road
My mind, my body aching
I'm coming back home.

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