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Passenger – To Be Free lyrics
Fine land, New Jersey
Found land stretching
Far as the eye can see
Not much down there, but
Sun scorch past [?]
Nineteen-fifty-three
The war is over
They came searching
For a place to be
They left the rainland 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 burns summer, and
Frost by winter
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
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
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
We've seen the (?) land die
Been divine land, I'm
A feather on the breeze
Found land stretching
Far as the eye can see
Not much down there, but
Sun scorch past [?]
Nineteen-fifty-three
The war is over
They came searching
For a place to be
They left the rainland 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 burns summer, and
Frost by winter
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
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
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
We've seen the (?) land die
Been divine land, I'm
A feather on the breeze
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