Freedom Song
Awake from your slumber
Voices of men
Bark at dogs
That lead them away
Escape while you're under
Sweetly estranged
From the rules
And the blame
They then re-arranged
They wave us out
To feast or to famine
When they've taken all the
Places I've ever seen
And douse the fire with gasoline
(They are hungry)
(They are hungry)
The woods will hum
The faster we run now
The woods will hum
The faster we run now
The woods will hum
The faster we run now
The woods will hum
I'll hold your little hand
Free and high
Songs of the people
They ring for
The little ones
Little ones, little ones
Sit thee down (sit thee down)
Pray silence for mother
While she's waking all the
Flowers round our feet
A servant to the enemy
(Hey)
(Alright)
Stay with me right
Where the people of
The pines reside
They'll find a way
To make you stay inside
It's a feeble line
Feeding foragers with
Fear and fire
The spring is here
We're all appearing wearing white
We did our time in the dark
The storm has passed
And dwindled with the view
Of me and you
We did our time in the dark
And now we're
Through, through
Through, through
The woods will hum
The faster we run now
The woods will hum
The faster we run now
The woods will hum
The faster we run now
The woods will hum
I'll hold your little hand
I'll hold your little hand
Voices of men
Bark at dogs
That lead them away
Escape while you're under
Sweetly estranged
From the rules
And the blame
They then re-arranged
They wave us out
To feast or to famine
When they've taken all the
Places I've ever seen
And douse the fire with gasoline
(They are hungry)
(They are hungry)
The woods will hum
The faster we run now
The woods will hum
The faster we run now
The woods will hum
The faster we run now
The woods will hum
I'll hold your little hand
Free and high
Songs of the people
They ring for
The little ones
Little ones, little ones
Sit thee down (sit thee down)
Pray silence for mother
While she's waking all the
Flowers round our feet
A servant to the enemy
(Hey)
(Alright)
Stay with me right
Where the people of
The pines reside
They'll find a way
To make you stay inside
It's a feeble line
Feeding foragers with
Fear and fire
The spring is here
We're all appearing wearing white
We did our time in the dark
The storm has passed
And dwindled with the view
Of me and you
We did our time in the dark
And now we're
Through, through
Through, through
The woods will hum
The faster we run now
The woods will hum
The faster we run now
The woods will hum
The faster we run now
The woods will hum
I'll hold your little hand
I'll hold your little hand
Credits
Writer(s): Alex Harford, Bill Caple, Jack Brett, Joe Etherington, Nuwan Hugh Perera, Tom Glynn-carney
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