Let the Freedom Come

She lived in a little house – with the flowers growing wild. Her guitar is hanging on the wall - sometimes she takes it down Even if the sky is gonna fall - she will raise and shine Ohhhh, she will stand up and fight.

Oh, oh, oh Let the freedom come Oh, oh, oh Let the freedom come

Talking for her sister - talking for her man A whisper from her mother – is written in her hand On the road - on the stage - where the light shines on her face Ohhhh.. Let the freedom come

Oh, oh, oh Let the freedom Come Oh, oh, oh Let the freedom Come

Let a woman make love to a woman - If she feels Let them walk so proud and strong We will always hear those women in the blues In the light, in the light of freedom.

Oh, oh, oh Let the freedom come Oh, oh, oh Let the freedom come