Tekster: Flatlanders. Hills & Valleys. Cry For Freedom.

Well my old friend, is this how you cry for freedom?
When you walk alone out in the cold, you walk alone
Into the night, looking for light, longing for fire
Out of your heart, cry for freedom, out on your own

And you were born, bound in chains, to cry for freedom
You cast a stone, you weren't alone, to cry for freedom
But you cried for more

Your children rise and lift their eyes and cry for freedom
Old men swear and darken the air with clouds of lies
Some for you, some for me, some forever
To heal their hearts they cry for freedom, while freedom cries

And we were born, bound in chains, to cry for freedom
We cast a stone, we weren't alone, to cry for freedom

The ones you love and skies above, cry for freedom
Heavy loads and open roads, cry for freedom
Birth and death and every breath, cry for freedom

Mountains tall, coyotes call
The river wide, the rising tide
The dove that mourns, a crown of thorns, cry for freedom

Horses wild, a laughing child, cry for freedom

Trembling lips, sailing ships
Falling stars, sad guitars
Right and wrong, a lonely song

My old friend, is this how you cry for freedom?