To Be Free

Fine land, New Jersey Found land stretching Far as the eye can see Not much down there, but Sun scorched pastures in Nineteen-fifty-three The war is over And they came searching For a place to be They left the Rhineland they Lost their homeland, and All their family Like feathers on the ocean breeze They went spinning and tumbling 'cross the sea Never know where they'd come down Or who they'd be Like heather on the hillside They were bruised and they were battered by the breeze Searching for a place To be free Sun burn summers and Frost by winter The kids were plainly dressed Left the farmhouse when He was old enough, and Headed out west From California To southern Africa And all the way to France And on to England, to Meet my mother in Nineteen-eighty-one Like feathers on the ocean breeze He went spinning and tumbling 'cross the sea Never know where he'd come down Or who he'd be Like heather on the hillside He were bruised and they were battered by the breeze Searching for a place To be free Oh, and like a seed That is flying in the wind In search of water, soil, and sun And the birds and the bees To have it all along Now, here I am Thirty-three years done Two-thousand-seventeen I've seen the Rhineland, I've Been to Vineland, I'm A feather on the breeze --- To Be Free - Passenger