To Be Free
Vineland New Jersey
Farmland stretching
Far as the eye can see
Not much down there but
Sun scorched pastures in 1953
The war was over and they came searching
For a place to be
Left the Rheinland they lost their homeland and all their family
Like feathers on the ocean breeze
They went spinning and tumbling across the sea
Never know where they'll come down
Or who'll they be
Like Heather on the hillside
They where bruised and they where battered by the breeze
Searching for a place to be free
Sunburnt summer frostbite 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 1981
A feather on the ocean breeze
He went spinning and tumbling across the sea
Never knowing when he'd come down
Or who he'd be
Like Heather on the hillside
He was bruised and he was battered by the breeze
Searching for a place to be free
Oh 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 33 years down 2017
Seen the Rheinland I've been to vineland I'm a feather on the breeze
Farmland stretching
Far as the eye can see
Not much down there but
Sun scorched pastures in 1953
The war was over and they came searching
For a place to be
Left the Rheinland they lost their homeland and all their family
Like feathers on the ocean breeze
They went spinning and tumbling across the sea
Never know where they'll come down
Or who'll they be
Like Heather on the hillside
They where bruised and they where battered by the breeze
Searching for a place to be free
Sunburnt summer frostbite 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 1981
A feather on the ocean breeze
He went spinning and tumbling across the sea
Never knowing when he'd come down
Or who he'd be
Like Heather on the hillside
He was bruised and he was battered by the breeze
Searching for a place to be free
Oh 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 33 years down 2017
Seen the Rheinland I've been to vineland I'm a feather on the breeze
Credits
Writer(s): Michael David Rosenberg
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