To those of you seeking perfection Oh Lord, it?s not a long, long way to go All you need is bit of reflection Just might seem like changing direction
Freedom, freedom Freedom, freedom Freedom, freedom Freedom, freedom Sometimes I feel like a motherless child Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
To all those outside the inner side Let not your heart be heavy There are those who understand It is not easy, it is not easy to tell a lie To all those
In the dawning, wakening hour He'll lift his head and brush his eyes with gentle strokes That will only blindly mislead him Into the first day of creation
"Wish I was a younger man" Said the old man to the young man Oh, I told you what I would do That is if I could find something to do I never did before
Say it isn't so that the world must choose again Well, who is foe and who is friend I can't believe it, say it isn't so That the world must choose Here
factories, he's got his slaves He's got his prophets, he owns our cave He has his prisons, he has his cage He's has his judges, they have our fate They
Like the smoke that rises to the ceiling, Mona I keep seeing the things I seen yesterday Yet, the wheels keep turning, they keep turning, Mona Things
Translation: I'm Not There Soundtrack. Richie Havens - Tombstone Blues.
White ribbon Wedding gown She walked into the garden What has she found Oh sorrow Untold sorrow There would be no groom She left him as she Found him
Translation: Sixpence None The Richer. Garden.
